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The light inside the car was dim, tinted grey-blue from the hospital’s neon signage.
Sebastian stared through the windscreen, hands resting motionless on the wheel.
I watched him from the side.
There was no grief in his face, only tension.
His forehead creased, lips pressed into a hard line.
He looked wrecked. Mentally spent, physically drained, stuck somewhere between rage and bone-deep fatigue.
I reached across the console and took his hand.
His skin felt cool, the bones sharp beneath my fingers.
I traced my thumb over the ridge of his knuckle.
“It’s over.”He gave a single nod.
His head dropped back against the seat.
Then he turned his palm and curled his fingers around mine.
After a while, his voice broke the stillness.
“Come here.”I slid across the seat and wrapped both arms around his waist.
He folded around me instantly, like he’d been waiting.
His arms locked across my back, one hand threading into my hair.
His body was solid and warm, steady as ever.
But I knew even he needed to be held sometimes.
Silence settled over us like a second skin.
I could feel the rise and fall of his chest, the warmth of his body soaking through my jacket.
Outside, colour flared.
I lifted my head.
A burst of fireworks exploded across the sky beyond the windscreen,
One after another, they lit up the skyline in flashes of gold, silver and deep crimson.
The car filled with fractured, dancing light.
I turned back to Sebastian.
His face was inches from mine, clearly lit now in the shifting glow.
The set of his mouth had softened.
His eyes weren’t hard anymore.
I leaned in and kissed him.
“You still have me.”
“Yeah, I do.”He cupped my cheek, his thumb brushing just below my eye.
When he leaned forward again, I met him halfway.
An hour later, we were home, in the bedroom.
His jacket hit the floor first, then mine.
His shirt came off next.
I helped speed up the process by ripping off a button or two.
My palms skimmed his chest, warm and lean beneath my touch, skin stretched tight over muscle.
He unzipped my dress.
The sound was soft, nearly drowned out by the patter of light outside.
His lips trailed along my throat, my collarbone, the curve of my shoulder.
My skin prickled as he moved lower, tasting, kissing, breathing me in like he couldn’t get enough.
The room was warm and dark, full of breath and skin and rustling fabric.
I pulled him down with me onto the mattress.
His hands slid down my hips, fingertips tracing along the inside of my thighs.
I arched beneath him.
He held me still, then lowered his mouth.
Everything narrowed.
Sensation, sound, time, all of it vanished.
There was only the heat of him, the rhythm, the unrelenting pressure.
My nails dug into his back.
He grunted when I pulled him closer, deeper.
His breath stuttered when I whispered his name against his throat.
We moved together.
We came together.
And he never once let me go.
I woke sometime later with an ache in my lower back and the faint scent of sweat and skin clinging to the air.
My head rested on Sebastian’s chest.
His hand was curled loosely around my waist.
Everything from the night before came rushing back: the look in his eyes, the weight of his body over mine, the way he’d said my name just before the end.
Suddenly, the questions about that woman from his pas felt pointless, childish.
Whatever she’d meant to him, it had nothing to do with what he and I had now.
I slipped out from under his arm and reached for my phone on the floor.
It was eleven.
I had fifteen notifications: a mix of emojis, bad Presidents” Day memes, one blurry photo of a roast chicken on someone’s dining table.
At the bottom was a message from Priya.
[Happy Presidents” Day, Elean! I’ve saved up enough! This is the $30k you and Sebastian lent me. Finally paying it back ?? Also, I found a new place, closer to the studio, nice area, only $3k a month. I’m moving out of Oakwood. Thank you for everything. Love you.]
I smiled and typed back: No rush on the money. If you pay me now, you’ll be broke again, won’t you?)
Priya replied straightaway: [Come on, Elean. You’re paying me a proper salary now, plus that fat year-end bonus. I’ve got plenty left, even after this.)
Thit “accept”.
The money landed in my account a second later.
I typed: [Your parents haven’t been bothering you, have hey?]
Priya: [Nope. Not a word. I think they’ve wiped me off the family tree. Suits me fine. I’m staying here, where they can’t marry me off to some rich old guy just to cash out.]
She kept going, message after message.
I read every word.
She’d clawed her way out of that backwater town.
Now she had a flat, a job, a clean slate.
I was happy for her.
She sent me pictures of a stray cat she’d adopted off the street.
I stayed propped against the headboard, flicking through them with a grin.
Then I opened Yvaine’s chat.
I started typing, pausing to check Sebastian beside me.
He hadn’t stirred.
His mouth hung slightly open, one arm curled under the pillow, the other across my side of the bed.
His breathing was slow and steady.
It was probably the first proper sleep he’d had in days.
I hit mute on my phone and tucked it under my leg.
Yvaine had just replied when a call screen flashed across the top of the chat.