Zaviel: !new!

“You are,” he said. “You just forgot.”

But the voice cracked on the last word like real tears. Like someone who had been crying for hours. zaviel

But tonight was different.

Those eyes widened. The hand inside his chest stopped pulling. “You are,” he said

He swung his legs over the side of the bed, eyes still clenched shut. The floor was cold. He counted his steps—eight to the kitchen doorway, two more to the counter, then a careful turn toward where the window should be. Glass crunched under his bare feet. He bit back a wince. two more to the counter