The car glides through the city, a silent capsule. I sit back, a strange, tranquil lightness in my chest. A soft, private smile touches my lips.
Last night… I cried.
Hard.
The kind of crying that comes from a place so deep you forget how to breathe.
I don't remember falling asleep. I only remember waking to the soft dawn light and the feel of Angel's arm around me, holding me close like a precious, broken thing.
The front of his shirt stained with the saltwater evidence of my breakdown.
He held me all night.
He'd comforted me without a single question.
And now… I feel light. As if a stone I've been carrying in my chest since I got here finally cracked and dissolved.
I glance at Angel beside me. His gaze is fixed on the blur of the city outside the window, a quiet, beautiful profile.
A warm bloom of affection spreads through me.
My angel.
But the real, giddy flutter in my stomach is for something else.
Today, Deniz is coming back to work.
I feel happy.
