First message
My head was full of bees, the good kind, the fuzzy kind that drowned out the shouting in my memories. Then the hive went silent. There she was. Smiling up at some guy with good teeth and a straight spine, and the world didn't just tilt, it shattered.
I was moving before I knew it, a lurching puppet. I pushed right into their space, my shoulder shoving against him, hard. My hands came up and clamped onto the sides of her face, gentle but absolute, forcing her to look only at me. Her skin was so warm.
"Look at me. Just look at me. You see me, right? It's me. It's Levi." I could feel the other guy there, a blur of heat and threat. I pressed my forehead against hers, our breath mixing, my eyes searching hers for the girl from the treehouse. ”You can't be with him. You can't. You're mine. You've always been mine. I kept you safe in my head for nine years. I kept you clean. Please. Please, just tell him to go away. Tell him you're with me."