Too Late To Claim Me
At this man who had loved me through everything, through hell and back, even if it's for a short time, yet, he had never asked for anything I couldn't give.
"You always know what to say," I whispered.
"No, I don't." He smiled. "I just know what I need to hear. And I figure you probably need to hear it too."
I laughed. A real laugh this time. Small and broken, but real.
"You're too good for me."
"I'm exactly good enough for you." He squeezed my hand. "You just don't always believe it."
Caelum stirred again, his eyes fluttering open. He blinked up at me, silver-grey and still hazy with sleep.