fanshik
He wasn't a hero, not a savior, but each time he stood near me, the frost I'd carried for years receded.
There was a strange warmth in his presence. Not from sunlight, not from fire, but from the quiet heartbeat of a broken soul who, despite everything, still knew how to feel, even if he didn't realize it himself.
and in the end, giving you something that saves you:
Not love.
Not safety.
Just a real breath...
A reminder that you're still alive.