Love after the storm — Episode 2

After that disaster, what she fears most is not the wounds, but waking up alone at night. He stays to take care of her, the reason perfectly proper, yet every step closer blurs the line between them. In the dim night light, she softly calls his name; he knows he shouldn’t, yet still moves closer, stopping just before crossing the line. His hands linger too long while dressing her wounds, their breaths too close to pretend calm; she thought it was only dependence, until she realized— her heart was already in chaos. They draw close too quickly, yet pull away too slowly. After surviving the disaster, what remains is not safety, but— a warmth impossible to let go of.