Forsaken
“I know you didn’t mean it. I forgive you.”
The words seemed to be the trigger to break down his barely standing walls of fright as his deep blues glaze over with more tears that topple over without permission. He pulls me back into him, holding me even tighter as his body trembled against mine, relief so great it swept into me as I clung to him.
“It’s okay, Lucian, I know you didn’t mean to hurt me,” I say gently against his collarbone as my fingers sweep into his hair. “I’m sorry that I didn’t see that earlier.”