Carissa's POV
I sighed, then smiled slightly. “Aren’t you tired of waiting?”
He shook his head. “No. In fact, it’s nice to see you sleeping peacefully.”
Those words made me pause. There was no joking tone in his voice, just a quiet but deep sincerity.
I stared at him for a long moment, then said almost in a whisper, “Thank you.”
He just smiled, closing his book again.
Something had changed since then, though I couldn’t quite pinpoint it. It wasn’t anything major, nor anything dramatic. Just… a thin layer that suddenly made everything feel closer.
I was getting used to his presence. Not in the sense of a tiring routine, but more like a sweet habit that felt odd when it disappeared. The sound of his footsteps in the next room, the way he typed with an unsteady rhythm, even his habit
Dylan’s POV“Dylan.” Carissa’s voice broke through my thoughts, “relax, okay? I know you’ve got a lot on your mind, but… we still have mornings like this. Don’t let worry steal them away too soon, alright?”I went silent. She didn’t know how deep that worry ran. But somehow, she could feel it.I nodded slightly. “I’ll try.”Her smile was faint but certain. “That’s enough for me.”I wanted to tell her that trying sometimes didn’t feel enough. But I couldn’t bring myself to ruin the peace of this moment. So I swallowed it back.After the tea was nearly finished, Carissa stood and opened the front door. Fresh morning air drifted in. She lingered at the threshold, gazing down the still-quiet street, then drew in a long breath.I followed her, standing beside her. We were silent, listening only to t
Dylan’s POVCarissa sighed deeply. “Dylan,” she said softly, “I know there are things you can’t tell me yet. I won’t push. But I want you to know one thing, I don’t need you to be perfect. I just need you to be here.”I closed my eyes for a moment, letting those words sink into me. It felt like being given water in the middle of a desert.But at the same time, my fear only deepened. Because I knew, one day, I would disappoint Carissa—when the truth finally surfaced.I opened my eyes again, staring at her intently. “Carissa, if one day I do something that makes you angry… don’t leave right away, okay?”She gave me a faint smile, a little puzzled. “You talk as if it’s bound to happen.”I fell silent. Because I knew—it would.Carissa reached for my hand, her fingers warm against my cold skin. “I c
Dylan’s POVThere were faces from the past still haunting me, choices I regretted, mistakes I could never erase. How could I hand all that over to her just like that?What if, after she knew, she looked at me differently?I lowered my head, pretending to busy myself with the teacup. “Not yet,” I said again.Again, she only smiled faintly, though I knew there was disappointment hidden in her eyes.Carissa never forced me. That was exactly what made me feel even more guilty.I often wondered, what would happen if our roles were reversed?If Carissa were the one carrying a heavy secret, and I had to wait, to hold back, to be patient.Maybe I wouldn’t be as strong as her. Maybe I would’ve already given up, demanded answers, forced the truth out.But Carissa wasn’t like that. She walked beside me with patience, even when my
Dylan’s POVMy lips froze. The words stuck in my throat. I could only look down at my hands, clasped together tightly.“Carissa.” I tried to say something, but my voice was barely audible.She turned, waiting.“If one day I tell you everything,” I whispered, “promise me you won’t leave?”She looked at me for a long time, her eyes clear, filled with a certainty that was both terrifying and soothing.“I never make promises I can’t keep, Dylan. But one thing I can assure you… I’ll always try to be there for you. As long as I can, I’ll stay.”I closed my eyes for a moment, letting her words seep into my chest. It felt like balm on an unseen wound. Warm, yet it made me painfully aware of how great the risk was if one day I failed to protect her trust.Silence fell again. But this time it was different—no
Dylan’s POVI nodded, glancing at the neat handwriting filling the page, fabric, simple invitations, food, even small notes about who needed to be told. There was such sincerity in the way she wrote, as if she was building a small world for her brother.“He’s lucky to have you,” I murmured.Carissa turned to me, her brow slightly furrowed. “What do you mean?”“Someone is thinking of these things for him,” I said with a faint smile. “Not everyone has family who cares like that.”She chuckled softly, but her eyes were gentle. “If not me, then who else? He’s felt alone so many times. I just want him to know there’s still a home for him.”I drew in a heavy breath. Her words pierced deep. There’s still a home for him. I asked myself, would Carissa also be able to say that to me, if one day I laid everything bare? Or would I lose the
Dylan's POVI often wonder, what would happen if Carissa knew everything? Not in fragments, not in the long pauses I’ve given her now, but all of it—unfiltered, unprotected.I know the answer: she might be hurt. Or worse, she might leave.That’s what makes me hold back. Keeping the secret sealed tight, even though in my chest it feels like carrying a heavy stone that grows heavier each day.Morning came slowly, with soft light seeping through the curtains. I hadn’t really slept last night—more like lying awake, listening to the ticking clock, and occasionally to the sound of Carissa shifting on the sofa.I got up first. The kitchen was still quiet, the air cool against my skin. I turned on the stove, set water to boil for tea. Somehow, such a simple act gave me something to hold on to, something tangible while my mind kept spinning.When the water began to bubble, I stared at th