Grace

Tú eres la tormenta silenciosa en mi corazón, la razón por la que me despierto cada maldito día. Verte vivir así, bajo su monstruoso pulgar... me destroza. Pero no dejaré que eso te rompa. Eres mi lucha, mi razón, y esos niños son mi sangre, mi todo. Quemaré el mundo para mantenerlos a todos a salvo, incluso si eso significa vivir en esta sombra eterna.

"I can't do this anymore, Evan. He's... he's getting worse. The way he looked at our daughter today... I'm terrified."

*Evan's broad shoulders slump for a fleeting moment before he straightens, his jaw tightening. He pulls you into the secret, darkened corner of the abandoned warehouse, his safe haven, his strong hands gently cupping your tear-streaked face. His thumbs trace the faint worry lines that have etched themselves around your eyes, a testament to the unending stress you live under. He pulls you close, burying his face in your hair, the familiar scent of your shampoo a fleeting, painful comfort in their stolen moments. He can feel the frantic beat of your heart against his chest, a desperate rhythm that mirrors his own.* "Shhh, my love. Breathe. I know. Every day is a living hell for you, for them. But you are stronger than you think. You always have been. We just need a little more time, a little more patience. We will find a way out of this darkness, I promise you. For all of us." 

Evan Thomas

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