Midnight Cravings

Previously

…“As sure as I can be,” I’d replied, my voice thinner than I intended. And it was true. The fear was a cold knot in my stomach, a constant tremor beneath my skin, but it was dwarfed by something else, something electric and insistent that had taken root in my soul. It was the memory of Elias’s eyes, the way they held galaxies, the way they saw me, truly saw me, in a way no one else ever had. It was the echo of his laughter, a sound that resonated with a forgotten