Anthony's POV
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Did she know how much I was breaking, just watching her sleep?
The quiet wind whispered through the parted curtains, like her slow, steady breathing.
She had collapsed right into my arms after the second round, and now her head rested on my shoulder. She looked so small, so vulnerable—so fragile, like something too precious to break.
And I swore I wouldn't be the one to break her. She'd been through too much—lied to, hurt, left behind.
This isn't something I'm good at… but I'm going to try. I'll do everything I can to make sure she feels safe—with me.
I pressed a kiss to her forehead and slowly eased away.
She murmured softly, letting out a faint sigh. Her brow furrowed, like some part of her already knew I was slipping from her side.
"I won't leave, I promise," I whispered, pressing another kiss to her forehead. Then I adjusted the pillows and gently laid her head down.
