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You're Enough

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𝐖𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐰𝐞 𝐠𝐫𝐞𝐰 𝐮𝐩, 𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐬𝐡𝐚𝐝𝐨𝐰𝐬 𝐠𝐫𝐞𝐰 𝐮𝐩 𝐭𝐨𝐨

𝐁𝐮𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲'𝐫𝐞 𝐣𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐨𝐥𝐝 𝐠𝐡𝐨𝐬𝐭𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐰𝐞 𝐠𝐫𝐞𝐰 𝐚𝐭𝐭𝐚𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐨

𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐠𝐢𝐜 𝐟𝐥𝐚𝐰 𝐢𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐡𝐢𝐝𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐭𝐫𝐮𝐭𝐡

𝐓𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮'𝐫𝐞 𝐞𝐧𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡, 𝐲𝐨𝐮'𝐫𝐞 𝐞𝐧𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡, 𝐲𝐨𝐮'𝐫𝐞 𝐞𝐧𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡

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Cassi's POV 

When I woke up, the room was bathed in the soft glow of early morning light. For a moment, I couldn't remember where I was, but the steady rise and fall of the chest beneath my head brought it all rushing back.

The rain outside was a gentle patter against the window panes. I was tangled in a mess of blankets and limbs, my face buried in his shirt. The scent of him was comforting, a mix of rain and something else, something uniquely him.

I felt his arm around me, holding me in place like a shield against the world. His breaths were slow and even, telling me he was still asleep. Carefully, I untangled myself from him, making sure not to wake him.

I stood up, my legs feeling a bit stiff from sleeping in such an awkward position. The house was quiet, save for the rhythmic beat of the rain outside. I glanced over at him, his face peaceful in sleep. He looked younger, less haunted. I didn't want to disturb that, so I left him there, curled up on the couch.

I decided to explore the house a bit more. The floorboards creaked under my bare feet as I padded through the hallway. The rain outside had picked up its tempo, turning from a gentle patter to a soothing drumming against the windows.

There were photos of him with different people, laughing, living a life that seemed so far removed from the pain I knew he held. Each picture was a puzzle piece to a life I hadn't yet seen, and I found myself eager to understand the story behind each smile.

As I moved through the living room, I noticed a bookshelf filled with books of various genres. The spines were worn, a testament to how often they had been read. I picked out a book titled 'To Kill a Mockingbird' and opened it to a random page. Putting it back I looked around.

Curiosity got the better of me, and I tiptoed down the hallway to his bedroom. The door was slightly ajar, and I peeked in. His room was neat but lived-in, with clothes scattered over the chair and a few books lying open on the bed. It was clear that he didn't spend much time here, not anymore.

On his nightstand, I spotted a pile of unopened mail. I bit my lip, debating whether to snoop. His real name was something I hadn't really considered before. It was a boundary, but curiosity won out. I tiptoed closer, picking up the top envelope. The name printed on it was simple and unassuming: "Lando". It didn't fit the image I had of him, but somehow it did. It made him feel more real, more human.

My heart thudded in my chest as I held the envelope, the name echoing in my mind. It was strange to think of him as anything other than "Ren".

But I liked it.