❝ mike ... you have to go, it’s not safe. ❞ mouth purses shut to hold in a silent sob, hands reaching out to hold @mw0407 in the space between them. expression contorts despite her best efforts, she hated that. no control over her lip trembling, eyes willing him with deep intensity to leave before it’s too late. mike had to be safe. mike, who had always felt like a tether to this world, to the freedom of the promise of a life to live, friends to have and love. the bond she felt with mike was like nothing she could ever experience with anyone else, like how they say certain souls find each other, how they feel at home there. mike was what home felt like. safe. trust. laughter.
❝ i used to think that i made people hurt. that i ... was bad. now i know that’s not true ... you helped me learn that it’s not true. i have to do this now. understand? ❞
