Heartprints in the Void
I rest my head on his chest once more, breathing in the scent of him, the scent of him.
The music changes again, Levi Kreis’ I Should Go drifting through the speakers. The irony of the lyrics isn’t lost on me, but I push it aside, letting the gentle melody lull me into a sense of peace.
As I hover on the edge of sleep, I feel Cade shift beneath me, his arm tightening around me as he reaches out, slowly lowering the volume until the music is little more than a whisper.
In the warmth of his embrace, the pain in my back fades into a dull ache, the hurt in my heart soothed by the steady beat of his, I allow myself to drift off, to surrender to the exhaustion that pulls at my limbs.
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