I take a deep breath. “I feel like I’m losing myself, Isaak. I don’t know who I am anymore.”
It’s a big admission. I realize I’m putting myself in a vulnerable position by saying it out loud to him.But I need to talk to someone. And there’s something about him that makes me feel safe.
It’s a ridiculous notion, of course, considering where I am and why I’ve been brought here in the firstplace. But I’ve always known there’s nothing rational about catching feelings for someone.
Love comes when you least expect, and never how you thought it would look.
He runs his hand through his hair. It looks soft, the kind that demands to be run through. Have I everdone that? Just stroked my fingers through his hair? Those are gestures of a different kind of intimacy.It’s a gesture of affection, an ent
