He called me fat....I stole his uncle
Whatever came next, I knew we would face it together.
I closed my eyes and let myself drift, held between the two of them, the sound of the waves outside and the steady beat of their hearts under my palms. For the first time I understood why they’d brought me here. Not for some perfect memory. Just for this, us, alone, no one else listening, nothing else mattering.
Here, there was only us. No expectations, no fear, and no need to pretend to be anything other than myself. I had chosen them, and they had chosen me, and for the first time, the thought of belonging to someone didn't feel like losing a part of myself.
It felt like finally having somewhere I belonged.
The End.