Chapter 281
He took another step, so close how I could feel the heat of him wrapping around me.
“So no, Kasmine. I can’t let you go. I won’t let you go. You’re not just someone I love. You’re the only part of me that’s still alive.”
His forehead dropped to mine again, his body trembling with everything he wasn’t saying.
“You’re home.” he breathed.
“You’re it for me, little sister.”
I didn’t know who moved first. Maybe it was me. Or maybe it was him. Maybe it was the force of all the shattered pieces between us finally giving way.
But the next thing I knew, I was in his arms with his trembling hand wrapped around my back while the other held me by my waist.
His breath was harsh against my temple.
And then… he broke.
“Kasmine…” he rasped, his voice splintering. “If I lose you…”
He pulled back just enough to look at me, and what I saw in his eyes almost dropped me to my knees.
Raw devastation.
No walls..
No armor.
Just a man stripped down to his bare soul.
“If I lose you…” he said again, choking on the words, “I won’t survive it.”
My chest caved in. I couldn’t breathe past the knot in my throat.
“I survived losing my mother,” he whispered hoarsely, “but it turned me into something else. Something colder and harder. It broke pieces of me that I never got back.”
He touched my face like he was afraid I’d disappear if he blinked.
“But you…” he shook his head, voice cracking wide open, “you didn’t just fill the spaces she left behind – you built new ones. You made me believe I could be more than the wreckage she left behind.”
A tear slid down his face. He didn’t even wipe it away.
“If I lose you, Kasmine…” His voice dropped to a shattered whisper, There won’t be anything left of me worth saving.” Another tear. Then another. “I’ll still be breathing,” he said, “but I won’t be alive.”
He cradled my face in his hands, his thumbs trembling against my cheeks.
“You’ve been saving me more times than you can ever remember… You’re the only thing in this whole damn world that ever felt like home, Like peace. Like something pure I wasn’t meant to touch, but somehow… somehow, you let me anyway.”
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His mouth barely moved against mine. He just clung to me like I was life itself. And maybe I was… To him.
And for a moment – just a moment I let him kiss me. I let him pour all the pain, all the desperate love he couldn’t find the words for, into me.
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