Mon histoire

Previously

…His thumb brushed gently over her knuckles, a silent reassurance. “And yet, here you are,” he murmured. “Sharing your heart with me. That’s not pushing away, Elara. That’s reaching out.” The tears spilled over, silent streams tracing paths down her cheeks. She didn’t bother to wipe them away. They were a testament to the breaking of old patterns, the shedding of old skins. She felt exposed, raw, and yet, for the first time in a long time, she didn’t feel ashamed. She felt… seen. Truly seen. “It’s just… it’s been so long,” she managed, her voice thick