Damian
It’s been eight whole f*cking days Bryan’s been awake, and I am cowering within myself. His harsh words still cut me deeply and I accept I will never get over it, but I still ache to see him, every second of every day.
“Get away from me.”
My jaw bulged, my hand covering the area of my heart over my pink shirt as I replay the words that haunt me. I feel the chill within me. Frigid but excruciating despite that fact.
James came into the kitchen then, tugging at my leg pants. Lifting him up, and holding him against my chest, he smiles wide and warmly before planting a kiss on my cheek. Despite my pain, my heart swells with the boy’s gesture and I plant one back on him.
He giggles as he always does and his tiny hand scrunches up as he wipes where my chin rubs his delicate skin
