Naya’s POV The bread felt heavy in my hand, heavier than it should have, as if every bite was a test I wasn’t sure I could pass. My fingers trembled, and I tried to force them still, forcing my focus on the taste, the texture, the simple act of eating. I was alive, but it didn’t feel like enough. My stomach twisted, knotted in ways I couldn’t name. Every chew reminded me of the chaos that had brought me here, the screams that haunted my sleep, the fire that never really left my memory. Then I felt him, not looming, not demanding, Just… there. Sitting patiently and quiet on the floor, close enough that I could feel the warmth radiating from him without even turning my head. My chest tightened, and my fingers shook again, though this time it wasn’t just the food. I hated that it calmed me, I hated that it made my heart beat slower in relief, instead of faster in fear. I wanted to pull away, to curl into myself and pretend like the room was empty, but I didn’t, I couldn’t, maybe not
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