We Are Safe And Sound Lyrics Novels & Stories

Fresh tears slipped down her cheeks. "I don't want together." The sentence stunned me. For a moment, I couldn't understand. Then she continued. Voice trembling. "I want safe." God. The pain inside those words nearly broke me. Because yes. Of course. Together was wonderful. Together was necessary. But together wasn't the same as safe. And after everything she'd endured— Safe was what she deserved. I rested my forehead against hers. "I know." The whisper barely existed. "I know." For several moments, neither of us moved.

Just for this moment, by this touch, everything somehow seems clearer; our future seems a little less bleak. "Soldier?" "Yes boo?" "Promise you won't leave me there. Please promise me we will be okay." "I don't know what is going to happen down there, but I promise you that I will always make sure that you are safe." "It's not safety I want; it is you." "You got me boo, I promise you that I am yours no matter what." "Well, I guess let us get our asses back on that bus then." "Before we do, I just want to tell you something."

I took a jagged breath, the taste of scorched metal and sediment coating my throat. My fingers gripped Ricci’s shirt, clinging to him as if he were the last solid thing holding me upright. “Breathe, Sophia,” Ricci whispered to me. His voice, hoarse and urgent, was all that convinced me I wasn’t dreaming. “You’re safe.” Safe. A sort of bitter laugh etched from my throat. There was nothing safe about this, about us. But at this moment, I wasn’t ready to pull away

she says in a sluggish tone. “I am sorry, I just want to let you know that I am on my way home and I am on a cab to eleven,” I say emphasizing the eleven. When we were in high school, Reina and I came up with a safe word to use whenever we felt we were in trouble and could not really say that we did not feel safe. Eleven came up as it secretly meant save me in this eleventh hour, our secret meaning. “Where are you now? Send me your live location,” she answers immediately I say our safe word and she is concerned to wits. I send her my live location and the whole time the driver keeps looking back at me.

I am safe. I'm not in San Francisco. I'm no longer there. I am safe. I am safe. I am safe. I have Sassy and Lucian right here. I'm not alone. I am safe. I am safe. Lucian wouldn't hurt me. Lucian wouldn't let me get hurt. I am safe.

I felt myself longing to be with him and it worried me in more ways than one. The feel of his touch, the smell of his cologne was coming at me at a rapid pace that I quietly told myself to step back. I feared that if I stayed within his proximity I might do something I might regret later. As I attempted to take a step back I felt myself sway a little too quickly. He immediately reached out and wrapped his arms around me. “Are you okay?” As he held on to me I could feel his tight muscular arms around me making me feel safe and secure.

The door remained slightly open, and for the first time in years, I fell asleep without fear, without nightmares, without waiting for disaster—just the steady sound of the engines, the warmth of the afternoon sun spilling through the windows, and the certainty that Alex was only a few steps away. Safe. I was safe. The realization followed me into sleep, and it was the last thing I felt before darkness finally claimed me.

I wanted to scream, to run, to disappear forever. But then a voice cut through the suffocating silence—calm, steady, and impossibly gentle. “You’re safe now.”

“None of them will.” We remain there, in the middle of the living room, wrapped in each other’s arms as the world seems to finally quiet around us. For the first time since everything fell apart, I feel safe. And, more importantly, I feel that our babies are safe too.

For a moment, everything else fades away, 'Always' he said, I hold myself from exploding with tiny giggles like a little child. The word resonates within me, and a smile finds its way to my lips. "Stay safe," I say before hearing a beep sound.