Drowning in You
he was trapped in a memory, and for the first time since we had met again, I was the only one who could pull him out.
I leaned in close to him, my voice a whisper that only he could hear. "I've got you," I murmured. "Just breathe."
Callum glanced at me, his blue eyes wide and haunted. For a split second, the mask was gone completely, and I saw the terrified fifteen year old boy who had frozen in the water while I sank. I realized then that we were more alike than I had ever wanted to admit. We were both survivors of the same monster, bound together by a trauma that no amount of hate or sex could ever fully erase.