Evaline:
I placed a soft kiss on the back of Draven's hand, my lips brushing against the coldness of his skin. That familiar chill... unmoving, unchanged... was something I had grown used to over the past weeks.
It had been over a month since he had closed his eyes and drifted into a sleep that wasn't really sleep at all.
Over a month since everything inside me cracked open.
I pressed my lips there a moment longer, memorizing that cold... because somehow, it grounded me. Reminded me he was here. Still breathing. Still alive, even if I hadn't heard his voice in forty-two days.
"Hi," I whispered against his knuckles before pulling them against my cheek. His hand felt heavier than it used to. Or maybe it was just the weight in my chest that made everything heavier.
