The shape of after

"I want all of you. Everything you come with. Everything that's attached to you. It's always easier to carry baggage together."

He says it so easily. Like my life isn't a disaster.

Ever since my mother's severe stroke, my world has been reduced to hospital corridors, suffocating medical bills, and a scattering mind. I don't have room for a savior. And I definitely don't need charity.

I was supposed to focus on survival. Until I met Laurent at the rehab center.

He belongs to a world of effortless luxury that should have nothing to do with mine, yet he's the only one making my heaviest days feel lighter. He wants to shove the doors to my heart off their hinges. But when your walls are built out of pure pride, letting him court you feels like the most dangerous gamble of all.