Whisper of Thoughts
Zayne replied softly, pressing a gentle kiss to the top of my head.
"We don't have to rush healing. We have all the time in the world. Every single day, we face it together." His words acted like a soothing balm over the raw edges of my mind. The phantom fears faded back into the dark where they belonged, replaced entirely by the comforting warmth of his presence.
When the first gray light of dawn began to peek through the bedroom curtains, painting the walls in soft shades of lavender and gold, we were sitting side by side at the small desk near the window, turning our focus toward the horizon of our actual future.