I was feeling overwhelmed and despaired, hanging my head in sorrow. Fang noticed my distress and gently pulled me close, offering comfort and support. I leaned on him, letting my tears fall silently onto his torn shirt, feeling a mix of warmth, strength, and familiarity from his embrace.
I felt warm and strong and heartbreakingly familiar. And at that moment, not a single thing in my life was certain, strong, or whole. Nothing. Least of all Fang.