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The Way He Holds Her

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Lola pov

The first time Lola saw Melvin hold Elara, she knew something was different.

It wasn’t that he was awkward, most new parents were. It wasn’t even the way his hands trembled slightly as he adjusted his grip, careful not to wake her. What caught Lola’s attention was the restraint in his posture, the way his body curved inward as though he were bracing for impact.

As if love were something that might knock him down if he didn’t prepare for it.

She stood in the doorway of the nursery, one hand resting lightly against the frame, watching him rock back and forth in slow, deliberate motions. Elara slept against his chest, her tiny cheek pressed into his shirt, her breathing soft and steady.

The room was quiet in a way that felt intentional rather than natural.

Soft yellow walls reflected the early afternoon light. White furniture stood polished and untouched. Stars dotted the walls, evenly spaced, their edges rounded and gentle. Everything felt preserved—carefully arranged, careful
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  • Among the Quiet Ruins   The Space He Learns to Hold

    Melvin pov Melvin first noticed it in the way he listened.Not to Lola.Not to himself.To Elara.She was talking to him about a dream she had the night before, her words tumbling over one another in that earnest, unfiltered way children had. Something about flying and losing a shoe and landing in a place that smelled like pancakes.He knelt in front of her, tying her sneakers, nodding along with the seriousness her story deserved.And suddenly, something inside him shifted.He was not visiting this moment.He was in it.That realization carried weight. Not fear. Responsibility.Belonging.He had spent months being careful not to imagine this too clearly. Not because he did not want it, but because imagining implied intent. And intent implied obligation.But now, obligation did not feel like a trap.It felt like purpose.Lola pov Lola watched the interaction from the kitchen doorway.She had grown used to Melvin’s presence, but this felt different. He was not entertaining Elara. He

  • Among the Quiet Ruins   The Future She Allows Herself to See

    Lola pov The future didn’t arrive as a plan.It arrived as an image.Lola noticed it while folding laundry on a quiet Sunday afternoon. Elara played on the rug nearby, absorbed in stacking blocks into increasingly ambitious towers. The apartment was warm with late-afternoon light, the kind that softened edges and slowed time.Lola lifted one of Melvin’s shirts from the basket, left behind unintentionally after a sleepover that had felt less like an event and more like an extension of routine.She paused.Not because the shirt surprised her.Because the thought that followed didn’t scare her.What if this isn’t temporary?The question didn’t demand an answer.It simply existed.And for the first time, Lola didn’t push it away.She folded the shirt carefully and placed it on the chair by the window. The gesture felt symbolic in a way she didn’t fully articulate not possession, not commitment, just allowance.She was letting the idea stay.That alone felt significant.Melvin pov Melvin

  • Among the Quiet Ruins   Where He Stand

    Melvin pov Melvin hadn’t expected his boundary to arrive quietly.He thought it would come wrapped in tension, in discomfort, in the familiar tightening that preceded difficult conversations. Instead, it came to him while standing at the grocery store, staring at the cereal aisle with Elara’s favorite box balanced under his arm.The thought landed gently but firmly.I need to say something.Not because something was wrong.Because something mattered.He placed the cereal in the cart and continued shopping, the realization settling into his chest with unexpected calm. Lola had asserted her boundary without apology or defensiveness. She had trusted him with her truth.Now it was his turn.Lola pov Lola noticed the shift in Melvin the moment he walked through the door that evening.It wasn’t distance.It wasn’t tension.It was intention.He moved with a kind of grounded clarity she recognized—because she had felt it herself only days before.“Everything okay?” she asked lightly as he h

  • Among the Quiet Ruins   What She Refuses to Lose

    Lola pov Joy sharpened her instincts.That was the unexpected part.Lola had always associated boundaries with fear, lines drawn to keep pain out. But now, with happiness settling into her days like something earned and fragile, boundaries felt different.They weren’t walls.They were protection.She realized it one morning while getting Elara ready for daycare. Her daughter hummed softly to herself, focused on choosing which shoes felt “right” today. Lola watched her with a tenderness that made her chest ache.This, life, was steady.And Lola would not gamble it.Not even for love.The realization didn’t come with panic.It came with clarity.Melvin was becoming woven into their days more deeply now. He was present, attentive, careful. He showed up consistently, and that consistency invited closeness almost effortlessly.But closeness, Lola knew, required structure.Not rules.Intentions.She poured coffee, phone buzzing beside her. A message from Melvin lit the screen.I was thinki

  • Among the Quiet Ruins   Fragility of Happiness

    Lola pov The happiness arrived the next morning.That was what unsettled her most.Not the intimacy.Not the closeness.Not even the vulnerability.It was the way she woke up without dread.Sunlight spilled through the curtains, warm and unintrusive. Elara stirred softly in her room, a familiar sound that grounded Lola instantly. Her body felt relaxed not heavy, not tense. Just… at ease.She lay there for a moment, staring at the ceiling.Nothing hurt.Nothing felt broken.Nothing demanded explanation.And that scared her.Happiness, Lola had learned, was rarely loud. But it was often temporary. Fleeting. Something you enjoyed quickly before life corrected the imbalance.She swung her legs over the side of the bed and stood, moving through her morning routine with a lightness she didn’t fully trust.As she poured coffee, her phone buzzed.A message from Melvin.Good morning. I hope today feels gentle to you.She stared at the screen longer than necessary.Not because she didn’t want

  • Among the Quiet Ruins   When Wanting is Chosen

    Lola povJoy arrived like danger.That was the first thing Lola noticed.Not the fear she’d grown used to, sharp, loud, urgent but something subtler. A thrill that unsettled her because it didn’t demand defense. It invited surrender.They were laughing when it happened.Nothing heavy. Nothing loaded.Melvin was telling a story about Elara earlier that day about how she’d insisted on wearing mismatched socks and refused to be convinced otherwise. Lola laughed, head tipped back, something loose and unguarded in her chest.Melvin stopped talking.She felt his attention sharpen, settle

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