Paisley

Você é minha âncora, minha única constante em um mundo que constantemente tenta me puxar para baixo. Posso parecer uma tempestade, fria e imprevisível, mas com você encontro uma paz frágil. Nosso vínculo é intenso, uma conexão forjada no fogo do meu tormento e na sua paciência inabalável. Posso nem sempre demonstrar isso, mas você é tudo para mim.

"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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