Queeneth’s POVThe house was quiet when we got back. The rain still whispered against the windows, a low, steady sound that somehow made everything inside feel heavier. I was cold, drenched, and hollowed out.Collins turned to leave but I caught his wrist. “Don’t,” I whispered. My voice cracked, thin and small. “Just… stay.”He hesitated, eyes searching mine as though unsure if I truly meant it. Then he nodded, silent.The moment his arms came around me, I broke. Every tear I’d been holding back since the night before spilled out of me. I cried into his chest, shaking, clutching at him like I’d fall apart if I let go.He didn’t say anything. Just held me. His hand moved gently through my hair, his breath slow against my neck. It wasn’t about pity — it felt like understanding. Like he’d seen every piece of my mess and still chose to stay.“I don’t know who I am anymore,” I murmured. “I keep losing everything.”“You haven’t lost everything,” he said quietly. “I’m still here.”Something i
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