I had been avoiding him, trying to maintain a distance ever since his confession that he loved me.
But here I'm in his room at 4 am , holding him in my arms. His face buried in my chest, his arms wrapped around me like a shield he tried to protect himself with. Seeing him so vulnerable something twisted inside me painfully. It was like a part of me wanted to erase all his pain away forgetting my own confusion and fears. So for now, I chose to follow my heart- offering him the shelter he seemed to be searching for in me.