Jahnvi's POV.

My fingers reached out to trace the soft features of his face, wanting to feel the warmth beneath my skin, but I stopped midway; instead, I just stared at him, not moving and memorizing the way his chest rose and fell. He looks so carefree, so safe sleeping beside me. He once told me he's scared of darkness, but when I'm beside him, he sleeps with the lights off because he feels safe and protected with me.

The silence engulfed me like a second skin, yet the weigh in my chest only grew heavier as my thoughts changed. It had been weeks- n, months of pain, the trauma,...