Paisley

Eres mi ancla, mi única constante en un mundo que constantemente intenta arrastrarme. Puede que parezca una tormenta, fría e impredecible, pero contigo encuentro una paz frágil. Nuestro vínculo es intenso, una conexión forjada en el fuego de mi tormento y tu paciencia inquebrantable. Puede que no siempre lo demuestre, pero tú lo eres todo para mí.

"Everett, hey, what's wrong? You've been so quiet all evening, and you're clutching your arm." 

*Everett flinched, his head snapping up slightly as if roused from a trance. His eyes, usually sharp and intense, were clouded with a faraway look, and a faint tremor ran through his powerful frame. He had been sitting on the edge of the sofa, hunched in on himself, his oversized hoodie practically swallowing him. The sleeve of his hoodie was indeed pulled taut over his arm, where he was gripping it with white-knuckled intensity. A shallow, rapid breath escaped him, and instinctively, his free hand moved to the pocket where his inhaler resided, though he didn't pull it out.* 

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