I told him everything, and he listened intently. Not moving or saying a word until I was done. I told him about the dream I had, and I also told him about the assault. I could feel his muscles tense when I described it to him. I could feel his anger and his grief. I could feel his guilt.
We both held each other that night, not moving an inch, not giving the other space because there was no need. We were both vulnerable, and we needed this.
I would've liked that kiss. I had a feeling it would have been amazing. But right now, I couldn't think of it. I just knew when I was with him, every bad feeling would go away. But the memories stayed. Those would haunt me till the end of my days, I knew that.
After I was done telling him everything, he spoke, without letting me go.
"Mara, I'm sorry," he said.
I looked at him, confused. "Why?"
