I wasn't even sure how I was still standing after crying my soul out in front of all those graves. My legs felt like boiled noodles pretending they understood the concept of structure.
Every breath tasted metallic and heavy, my chest tight like I'd been carrying grief in a backpack full of bricks.
The whole world kept tilting left, then right, like gravity was playing hopscotch with my balance.
So naturally, the moment I swayed, four arms swooped in like some dramatic rescue scene from a shoujo anime where the heroine gets caught before she faceplants into tragedy.
Kael grabbed one side. Zeref grabbed the other. My head tipped forward and hit Kael first.
Warm.
Sturdy.
The kind of warmth that tempted you to just melt into it.
But then Zeref decided nature was wrong and snatched me the other direction, easing my head onto his shoulder instead.
"Lean on me, Eunji," he murmured, all silky and annoyingly composed.
