Havoc.
Standing there like nothing could’ve kept him away.
Like he said he would come back…
And he did.
For a second—
I don’t move.
Because I need to be sure.
Because I need tofeelit.
Real.
Alive.
Here.
Then—
I run.
I don’t think.
Don’t stop.
Don’t slow down.
I just go.
Straight to him.
He catches me like I knew he would.
Like he was ready.
Like he’s been waiting for this too.
I crash into him.
Arms around him.
Holding on like I never want to let go again.
“You’re back,” I breathe.
He holds me tighter.
Stronger.
“I told you I would be.”
My throat tightens.
Because he did.