When my tears slow he brushes a hand against my cheek, wiping their remaining compatriots. His lips find my balmy forehead for a gently kiss. He pulls me back against his chest, his fingers running through my hair in a soothing gesture.
I could feel the warmth of Fen's chest beneath my cheek, the steady rise and fall of his breath grounding me in a way nothing else could. My tears had dried but the lingering ache in my heart was still there, a heavy presence I couldn't shake. The weight of it seemed to sink into my bones as I rested against him, tracing the firm lines of his body with my fingers as though they might anchor me here, in this moment, forever.
