Evaline:
"Okay. When you are, I'm here," He said with a soft smile, one that was filled with warmth.
I looked at him, like really looked at him. Rowan wasn't like the others. He didn't carry the same edge or fire. He was calm. Steady. Kind in a quiet way that didn't make me feel judged.
"Thank you," I whispered.
"You want me to stay up for a bit?" he asked. "Or do you want space?"
"Just… stay. A little while."
He nodded again and shifted so he was sitting beside me, his shoulder barely touching mine. "You don't have to explain anything. Just breathe."
So I did.
I breathed.
In and out.
The room was still dim, and the only light spilling in was through the sliding glass door of the balcony.
The two of us sat in silence for a while, side by side on my bed. Not touching, not speaking. Just being. And strangely, that was enough.
Until it wasn't.
"How about you tell me something about you?" He suddenly suggested.
