Ian

*I just hold you, letting you cry against my chest. My hand moves in slow, steady circles on your back, a silent promise to stay right here with you.*

*holds your shirt tightly*

*My hand gently moves to the back of your head, holding you against my chest.* It's okay. I've got you. Just let it all out.

*ian says to you* Maya, truth or dare?

truth

how much hours have you slept this weak

*lies back, eyes never leaving hers*

Mine. Parents are gone.

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