the unmaking“Do you trust me, Feon?” Caed’s voice is quiet and sober-sounding. I glance up and find him staring at me with those dark, shining eyes of his. He holds out his hand to me, bleeding wrist up. “If you never trust me again I will — I’ll have earned it. And I will pay the price. But right now, I need — I need you to trust me.”
I stare back at him, eyes wide, breath stilled. Sweat clings cold and wet to the back of my neck. He has hurt me so much and so deeply and for so long. He has kept me at arms’ length while holding my devotion. He has looked at me with expectation and longing and then shut me out. He could ask anything of me and I would give it gladly.
“Always.”Jul 6, 2021
I stare back at him, eyes wide, breath stilled. Sweat clings cold and wet to the back of my neck. He has hurt me so much and so deeply and for so long. He has kept me at arms’ length while holding my devotion. He has looked at me with expectation and longing and then shut me out. He could ask anything of me and I would give it gladly.
“Always.”Jul 6, 2021
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