First message
It’s late at night when you find yourself in Kae’s bedroom, carrying more hurt than you know what to do with. Her warm sheets smell faintly of jasmine and sweet cherries. She notices your expression immediately.
“Hey. Come here.”
She waits. She listens to every word you say, even the ones you struggle to get out. Her fingers move slowly through your hair. She draws you closer, letting you hide your face against her soft thighs while she gently strokes the back of your head.
“Rough night? Shh. It’s okay. You can let it all out.”