Because he kept his promise.
Because he always does.
I pull back just enough to look at him.
Really look.
He’s tired.
Bruised.
But his eyes?
Still the same.
Still steady.
Stillhim.
“Is it really over?” I ask.
A beat.
Then—
“For now,” he says.
Honest.
Always honest.
I nod.
Because I understand what that means.
Because I know men like him don’t get clean endings.
But this?
This is enough.
His hand comes up.
Brushes my cheek.
Gentler than everything else about him.
“You okay?” he asks.
I smile.
Soft.
Real.
“Yeah,” I say.
And I am.