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00:00They say the worst part isn't the violence itself.
00:03It's the slow unspooling of certainty.
00:05I feel that unspooling in every muscle when he, my ex, grabs my wrist like a verdict
00:10and hauls me out of the cafe as if I owe him the scandal of being seen.
00:15The bell over the door rings like a countdown.
00:17People glance up, then away.
00:19I taste coffee and lemon tart and the copper tang of panic under my tongue.
00:23My hands are small and his grip is not.
00:25He pulls, and the motion is a translation of all the ways he used to pull me into choices.
00:30I didn't know were choices until they were regrets.
00:33Don't make a scene, he hisses, the words hot to my ear.
00:36He's seven years of cowardice and bruises wearing someone else's suit.
00:40He smells like cologne and money and something chemical I can't name.
00:44An armor.
00:45I keep my voice even because the alternative is to let the ground drop and scream.
00:49Let go, he smirks, like control is a joke I've failed to understand.
00:53You don't get to tell me what to do, Ava.
00:56My name in his mouth is a possession being dusted off.
00:58I pull back another inch and the tendon in his forearm jumps.
01:02For a moment, I am a map of all the times I let him choose my speed.
01:06Jobs?
01:07Excuses exits.
01:08For some people, escape is a door.
01:10For me, escape is a series of breaths that have to be earned.
01:13There's a hand on my elbow, hard and steady.
01:16It isn't his.
01:17It's not a small-handed woman who might be a friend,
01:20or one of the baristas pretending not to see.
01:22It's a stranger who steps between us like a bouncer and not a single criminal about him.
01:27He isn't loud.
01:28He's a quiet that makes the room tilt in the right direction.
01:31You're hurting her, he says.
01:34His voice is low, finished, like a sentence that's been signed.
01:38The way he says it, nobody else argues.
01:41My ex's jaw tightens.
01:42His mouth is a line that has known more excuses than kisses.
01:46He looks at the man the way you look at weather that might ruin an outdoor wedding.
01:49Step back, the stranger adds.
01:52And this time his palm is out.
01:54Not threatening, but immovable.
01:56People at the next table pretend.
01:58The script before them is more interesting than the one unfolding.
02:01A woman with a laptop blinks up, and for a second I'm grateful for indifference.
02:06My ex laughs, a hard sound that is both scared and proud.
02:10Who are you, he asks.
02:11It's a challenge.
02:13He wants to provoke.
02:14He wants to reassert that he decides who helps me, when he decides.
02:17You think you can tell me what to do?
02:20The stranger doesn't answer with threats.
02:22He answers by removing his hand and taking mine instead.
02:25Like a currency exchange I did not authorize.
02:28His fingers are calloused in the way of a man who has done necessary.
02:32Things with his hands, not careless ones.
02:34They are warm and larger than mine.
02:36And when he interlaces his fingers with mine, the yellow café light turns honest.
02:41You're safe now, he says.
02:43And the words are small, but they land like a promise the world forgot to keep.
02:46There's no drama in his face.
02:48No smirk.
02:49No performance.
02:50He looks at me as if he had found me in a storm and I were the only thing that mattered.
02:54A shiver crawls up my spine that has nothing to do with cold.
02:57I should yank my hand away.
02:59I should slap his wrist or whisper,
03:01Who are you?
03:02But the truth is simpler and more ugly.
03:04I want to stay where his hand is.
03:07I want to see if his fingers remember the shape of safety the way mine forget it.
03:11It's a selfish, naked desire I hide from myself even now in this confession.
03:15My ex's fingers tighten on my wrist, the motion petty and violent.
03:19You think I'm afraid of you?
03:21He spits.
03:22He smells suddenly of old beer, of loss.
03:24There's a scar under his ear I never asked about.
03:27Now I wonder if any of those unfinished stories are reasons I walked away.
03:31I feel suddenly feral in the way only someone who has been walked through.
03:35Their own surrender can.
03:36The cafe is a ring of soft light and stale pastries and these two men and me,
03:40teetering in their gravity.
03:42The stranger doesn't flinch when my ex lunges.
03:44He doesn't need to.
03:46In one motion, slow as a blade opening,
03:49he puts his other hand behind my back and steps forward,
03:52forcing my body between them like a shield that only he can be.
03:55He doesn't push the man.
03:57He aligns us so the cafe becomes an invisible line the ex cannot cross without consequence.
04:01I am not sure whether it is his posture or the way the air seems to tighten
04:06that makes the other man blink.
04:09You don't touch her, the stranger says softly.
04:12The words are a covenant.
04:13It could be arrogance or it could be a memory.
04:15My ex scoffs and tries to wiggle free of that invisible line,
04:19but something in the stranger's presence is a quiet threat.
04:22You learn eventually to read people this way.
04:24Some men shout.
04:26Some men use silence.
04:27I don't know his name.
04:28I'm intent on not knowing it, because names complicate endings.
04:32But as he speaks, his voice maps out a life I can almost taste.
04:36Measured.
04:37Expensive without being showy.
04:39Practiced in the patience of men who have to survive by calculation.
04:43He is danger wrapped in calm.
04:45Exactly the two qualities that have always made me dizzy in other men.
04:48He is, in equal measure, a possibility and a hazard.
04:51Moving quick as a thought, my ex grabs for my bag.
04:54He wants to steal anything that might remind me of the life I've built without him.
04:57A token I won't want back.
04:59I should let him, maybe.
05:01Let him take the evidence of my independence.
05:03Let him have the small rebellions I carry in the zipper of a purse.
05:06Instead, the stranger slaps his hand away with casual.
05:09Force and the ex daggers like someone who's been struck by a truth.
05:13He did not expect.
05:15Stop, the stranger says, and the cafe quiets like a dropped glass.
05:20People lean back into their chairs, consider their drinks.
05:23The world resuming its chosen path.
05:25My cheeks flame because I feel like a spectacle and because I want to crawl into the stranger's
05:30solidness and hide.
05:32Shame is an animal I feed willingly.
05:34Protection is a fruit I accept like poison.
05:36You need to leave, the stranger tells my ex.
05:39He is not pleading.
05:41He is not begging.
05:42He is giving an order that lives in a language built from necessity.
05:46For a moment, my ex argues.
05:47And then, because he has nowhere left to go in this particular currency, he releases me.
05:54He spits at my shoes and storms out like a storm that couldn't keep its lightning.
05:58When the door swings closed, the entire cafe exhales.
06:01Conversation creeps back in like timid smoke.
06:04My hands are shaking.
06:05The stranger keeps holding mine anyway.
06:07Like he knows that letting go could undo everything we've just righted.
06:11His thumb rubs, slow and steady, along the back of my hand.
06:14That small motion is a physics lesson.
06:17It rearranges my pulse.
06:19Are you okay?
06:20He asks, not like a formality, but like someone checking the arcane machinery that he might have to fix.
06:26I want in that exact noon-lit moment to tell him everything.
06:29I want to tell him about the small deaths that accumulated inside me.
06:33The one where I stopped laughing the way I used to.
06:36The one where I learned negotiation was survival.
06:39The one where I swallowed my pride to keep him smiling.
06:41But words like those are too heavy for a cafe table.
06:45They would fall through the slats and get stuck under chairs.
06:48Instead, I say,
06:49I am now.
06:51The lie is honest enough to be useful.
06:54He lets out a breath that could be a laugh, but it's not.
06:57It's a sound I don't get to name.
06:59He studies me for a second, like he's reading a map.
07:01His eyes are not kind in the way my mother's were kind.
07:04They are precise.
07:06Like someone who has catalogued.
07:08Danger and kindness and knows the difference.
07:09Between the two, even when they're wearing the same face.
07:13He tilts his head as if considering what to do with a found object.
07:17Do you want me to walk you somewhere?
07:19He offers.
07:20There's no gentlemanly flourish to it.
07:22No assumed flirtation.
07:24There's simply an offer of continued proximity.
07:27I should say no, of course.
07:28I should say I can stand.
07:30I can be fine.
07:31I can manage the tremor in my hands without his thumb.
07:34But when I look at him,
07:35I see a man who doesn't perform safety.
07:37He provides it.
07:38My mouth makes a small, traitorous sound.
07:41Yes, I say.
07:42Because truth is a compass and my needle points toward anyone who isn't a memory of pain.
07:47He nods like that fixes something.
07:49He pays the bill with an indifferent flick and stands.
07:52And then he does something I didn't expect.
07:55He takes my bag off the chair and puts it over his shoulder like he's claiming a responsibility he has not yet earned.
08:01We step out into the light.
08:03And the city is ordinary and loud.
08:05And the opposite of the sanctuary of the cafe.
08:06People cross.
08:08The street without considering.
08:10The ways lives rearrange at every corner.
08:13I breathe in the exhaust and the heat of a day that is neither night, nor rain, nor dim, the world.
08:19Insisting on being visible.
08:20My ex is gone.
08:21A smear of a past I thought I'd left cleanly on a curb.
08:24The stranger walks beside me at a pace that feels chosen.
08:28Not rushed.
08:29His suit hangs in a way that tells me the world respects him.
08:31Whether he earned it or took it, I don't know.
08:34It is, sadly, an irrelevant detail when my hands still remember his hold.
08:38You're safe now, he says again, as if practicing the sentence before he gives it back to me.
08:43There is an accent on the word safe.
08:45Not foreign, exactly.
08:47But sharpened from hard places.
08:49It lands somewhere under my ribs.
08:51I want to ask his name.
08:52I want to know whether safe is a contract or a comfort.
08:54I want to know if men like him keep promises.
08:57But names are dangerous.
08:59They invite stories.
09:00Stories make attachments.
09:02Attachments make me vulnerable in the way I promised myself I would never be again.
09:06I don't know you, I tell him.
09:08Because that's a truth and because it's a boundary.
09:11You don't have to, he replies.
09:13And there is a beat between us where the city seems to measure the weight of our honesties.
09:18Then he says quietly, but I do.
09:21I stop walking.
09:21The sun over the avenue throws sharp lines across his face.
09:25And it catches the ridge of his jaw in a way that insists on attention.
09:29For a sliver of a second I see him for what he might be.
09:32Not just the hand that kept me from falling in a public place.
09:35But a man who could fold my life into pieces he'd been trained to arrange.
09:39That thought excites me in the way danger sometimes.
09:42Surprises you by being beautiful.
09:43You should run, my head says, in a voice I do not like.
09:47Run to the safety of solitude.
09:48To the small apartment with peeling paint and a bed where you know every creek.
09:53Run back to the life that is quietly ordinary and untrustworthy in its predictability.
09:58But another part of me.
09:59The part that has been hollowed and still wants filling.
10:02Hears the sincerity in his tone and wants to test it.
10:05You could be anyone, I say.
10:07He shrugs.
10:09One shoulder carrying the kind of ease some people pay for in other currencies.
10:12Maybe, he says.
10:14Or maybe I'm just someone who doesn't like people being dragged.
10:17Down the street.
10:18I laugh then.
10:20A short sound that is equal parts defiance and disbelief.
10:23It's absurd to let a stranger's hand steady me.
10:26It's more absurd to feel a relief so complete it hurts.
10:29The city hums on.
10:30A bus rumbles by.
10:32Somewhere a woman is selling.
10:34Flowers at an intersection.
10:36And I realize my pulse has steadied enough to notice the color of her bouquet.
10:40Fine, I tell him.
10:41And I make up my mind without an oath or an instruction.
10:45Walk me.
10:45He takes my arm this time, not my hand.
10:48And when he does, his fingers slide around the crook of my elbow.
10:52Protective.
10:53Not possessive.
10:54The contact is immediate.
10:56The sort of thing that rewrites the geography.
10:58Of worry into a map that might include roads called trust and possibility.
11:03We walk without speaking for a block.
11:04Two.
11:05Three.
11:06The city is loud enough to hide my thoughts.
11:08And the stranger's silence is patient where
11:10silence with my ex had been a threat.
11:12There's a lot I could ask him.
11:14What he does.
11:15Why he's here.
11:16Who he answers to.
11:18There's a lot.
11:19I don't ask because questions demand answers and answers make contracts.
11:24As we turn a corner, the sunlight catches something beneath the collar of his shirt.
11:28A flash of a tattoo peeking like a secret.
11:31It's a small thing.
11:32Quick as a blink.
11:33But it catches me because it is not the ink of a man with a soft past.
11:37It is precise and old and strangely familiar in a way that should make no sense.
11:41For reasons I can't name, my throat tightens.
11:44He notices me staring and his smile is a half-closed door.
11:47Hungry?
11:48He asks, changing the subject like
11:50someone who doesn't.
11:52Like to speak in full sentences.
11:54When the topic is himself.
11:55I'm not hungry.
11:56But my voice is a thin thing.
11:58No, I say, and neither of us mentions.
12:00The tattoo because some small truths wait for
12:03the right light.
12:04I don't know his name.
12:06I don't know his story.
12:07I know, with a clarity that is terrible and warm,
12:10that I already believe him.
12:12I know, too, that believing will be a problem I'll have to face later.
12:16We move deeper into the city together.
12:18And as we do, the cafe fades behind us like a page torn from the life I'd been drafting alone.
12:23The stranger's hand brushes mine.
12:25And this time I don't pull away.
12:27I can feel the world rearranging itself.
12:29Not around a man I used to know.
12:31But around a possibility I've been taught to fear.
12:34I'm supposed to mistrust this ease.
12:36That's what everyone tells me when something soft comes after something sharp.
12:40But for the first time in a long time,
12:43the thought that lands in my chest is not that I should run.
12:45It's that I might be allowed to stay.
12:47And as we walk,
12:49with sunlight laying out paths that are impossible to ignore,
12:52I realize the truth that will haunt the chapters ahead.
12:55I know I shouldn't trust him, but I already do.
12:57The strange thing about safety is how quickly it becomes.
13:01A room you don't know how to leave.
13:03He walks me to the corner of my block.
13:05And I expect him to let go of my elbow, hand me my bag,
13:08and vanish like a myth that only appeared because my fear was loud enough to summon him.
13:13But he doesn't.
13:14He studies the street.
13:15Studies the windows.
13:16Studies the people passing like he's mapping out exits, threats, patterns.
13:20I should find it invasive.
13:22I should tell him to stop.
13:23Instead, I feel this weird, unwanted release inside me.
13:27Like someone finally sees the invisible weight.
13:31I always pretend isn't there.
13:32You live close?
13:33He asks.
13:34Yes, I say.
13:36Then regret it.
13:37Because it's too much honesty given too easily.
13:39He nods once.
13:40Like he'll file that away in whatever private ledger he keeps.
13:44Show me.
13:45My breath catches.
13:46Why?
13:46His eyes flick to mine, steady.
13:48Because he might come back.
13:50Then I'll deal with it.
13:51No, Ava, he says softly.
13:54You won't.
13:55It hits me in my center.
13:57The quiet accuracy of it.
13:59The way he says it like a man who has watched people lie to themselves for a living.
14:03I don't want to need this stranger.
14:04But needing and wanting are cousins I can't always tell apart.
14:08And the truth is, my ex has come back before.
14:10For my things.
14:11For apologies.
14:12For closure.
14:13Mine or his or both.
14:15So I lead the way down my street while he walks beside me like.
14:18He's lived here his whole life, like he knows the rhythm of every shadow and crack on the sidewalk.
14:24When we reach my building.
14:25Old brick.
14:26Too warm from the sun.
14:28He steps inside the lobby with me as if he belongs.
14:31Which floor?
14:32He asks.
14:33Third.
14:34We take the stairs.
14:36He moves quiet.
14:37Controlled.
14:38Each step measured like even climbing three floors is something he strategizes.
14:42I can feel the space tightening between us.
14:45His presence thickening the air.
14:47His silence pushing me into thoughts I've avoided for months.
14:50Outside my door, I finally say,
14:52This is enough.
14:53You can go.
14:54His eyes scan the hallway.
14:56Scan the locks.
14:57Scan the elevator at the end of the corridor.
15:00If I leave now, will you sleep?
15:02I swallow hard.
15:03Yes.
15:04That's a lie.
15:05He murmurs.
15:06And God it is.
15:07A hard, ugly one.
15:09Before I can respond, he takes out his phone and taps something.
15:12I can stay until you're settled.
15:15No.
15:16Ava.
15:16You don't get to protect me.
15:18I snap.
15:19The words sting coming out.
15:21They sting more when they hit his face.
15:23He doesn't react with anger.
15:24Though, he reacts with this slow exhale.
15:27Like I've disappointed a part of him I don't understand yet.
15:30He leans against the wall.
15:31Arms crossed.
15:32Gaze steady.
15:34Then at least let me make sure he didn't follow us.
15:37I unlock my door with shaking fingers.
15:39I leave it open behind me because some instincts don't die.
15:42And I hate that he notices.
15:44He steps in after a beat that makes my heart tighten.
15:47My apartment looks smaller with him inside it.
15:49Like the walls weren't made to contain a man this controlled.
15:52This capable.
15:53This watchful.
15:55Sunlight pours through the windows, warm and blunt.
15:58There are no shadows to hide in here.
16:01Not for him.
16:01Not for me.
16:03He sets my bag on the counter.
16:04He removes his jacket and drapes it over a chair.
16:08Muscles moving under his shirt like he's carved from something.
16:11Tougher than ordinary men.
16:13Tattoos creep from under his sleeve.
16:15More than one.
16:16More than just the one I glimpsed.
16:18He notices me staring again.
16:20Sit, he says.
16:21I bristle.
16:22You don't get to order me around.
16:24It's not an order, his voice softens.
16:27It's a request.
16:28You're shaking.
16:30My arms fold across my chest as if that could hide the tremor.
16:33I'm fine.
16:34Ava, he murmurs.
16:36You're allowed to not be fine.
16:38Something inside me gives.
16:40A small crack.
16:41A fracture.
16:41I sit.
16:42He sits across from me.
16:44Elbows on his knees.
16:45Eyes never leaving my face.
16:47I feel like he's dissecting me without touching me.
16:50Like he sees every fear, every bruise, every apology I swallowed for years.
16:54He wipes a hand over his jaw.
16:55And his expression shifts.
16:58Not pity.
16:59Not sympathy, but recognition.
17:01Like he knows this kind of damage.
17:03Like he has lived it from another angle.
17:05You didn't leave him all the way.
17:07It's not a question.
17:09I tried.
17:10But he still thinks you're his.
17:12Those words hurt because they're true.
17:14Because I've always been too gentle, too forgiving.
17:17Too ready to blame myself for someone else's venom.
17:19I whisper.
17:20He always comes back when he feels me slipping away.
17:24Abusers do, the stranger says simply.
17:27The honesty is so clean it's surgical.
17:29I flinch.
17:30Tell me your name.
17:31I manage to say.
17:33Even though I'm terrified of wanting it.
17:35His eyes meet mine with a long, quiet hesitation.
17:38Luca.
17:39The name drops between us like a stone into deep water.
17:42Small.
17:43Heavy, irreversible.
17:44I feel it ripple through me in ways I'm not ready to admit.
17:47My voice feels thin.
17:49Luca.
17:50Why are you doing this?
17:51His jaw flexes.
17:53He leans back only slightly.
17:55Studying my bookshelf.
17:56My shoes by the door.
17:57The little evidence of who I am.
17:59Because you needed help.
18:01That's not a reason.
18:02That's enough of one.
18:04It's not.
18:04Not for a man like him.
18:06Not for someone whose movements are too precise.
18:09Whose silence is too practiced.
18:10Whose tattoos look like warnings more than expression.
18:14There's a story in him I don't know yet.
18:16And stories like that come with edges.
18:18He stands, pacing slow across my living room like he's dissecting the layout.
18:23He stops at the window.
18:24Lifts the blinds just an inch.
18:26Scans outside.
18:27Your ex drove a black Audi, he says.
18:30I freeze.
18:31How did you-
18:32I saw him circle the block twice before he came into the cafe.
18:36My heart plummets.
18:37Why were you watching him?
18:39A beat.
18:40I wasn't, he says.
18:41I was watching you.
18:42The confession slides into my spine like cold metal.
18:46You didn't even know me.
18:47Didn't have to.
18:48I exhale shakily.
18:50Luca.
18:51He turns around fully.
18:53Stepping closer until the only space between us is fear I can't name yet.
18:57I'm not doing anything to you, he says.
19:00Just telling you the truth so you stop looking at me like, I'm the danger in this room.
19:05You are, I whisper.
19:06His breath catches for the first time.
19:08A tiny slip.
19:10Why?
19:11He asks.
19:12Because you make me feel safe.
19:14And that scares me.
19:15He looks at me with this strange, aching softness I didn't expect from someone carved
19:19of grit and quiet threats.
19:21You think safety and danger don't come in the same body sometimes?
19:25He murmurs.
19:26Something hot rises in my throat.
19:28Who are you really, Luca?
19:30He opens his mouth.
19:31Then his phone buzzes.
19:33He freezes.
19:35He steps away, answers quietly.
19:37His voice changes, deepens.
19:39Steel under velvet.
19:41He speaks in short, clipped phrases.
19:43Then he ends the call, jaw-tight.
19:45What was that?
19:46I ask.
19:47He slips his phone into his pocket.
19:49Nothing.
19:50Don't lie to me.
19:52He hesitates.
19:53Then, your ex isn't the only one circling.
19:57A cold electric dread slips through me.
19:59What does that mean?
20:00It means, he says, choosing his words like bullets.
20:04Someone else is looking for you.
20:06I blink hard.
20:07Why?
20:08That's what I'm trying to understand.
20:10Luca?
20:10He steps closer, his hand lifting.
20:14Slow.
20:15Deliberate.
20:15Then stopping just shy of cupping my cheek.
20:18We need to go, he says.
20:20Go where?
20:21A safe place.
20:22My pulse spikes.
20:23I'm not leaving with you.
20:25Then you'll be taken by someone else, he says softly.
20:29And trust me, they won't hold your hand and call you safe.
20:32The world tilts.
20:33He grabs my bag from the counter and places it in my hands.
20:36Ava, please.
20:37I'm trying to protect you.
20:39How can I trust you?
20:40My voice cracks.
20:42You already do.
20:43And the worst part is, he's right.
20:46I hate that he's right.
20:47I hate that trust has been nothing but a weapon in my life.
20:50And now it's this soft, trembling thing in my palms.
20:53He opens the door, checking the hall.
20:56Stay behind me, he says.
20:57I don't move.
20:58He turns, eyes hitting mine with something raw.
21:01I'm risking more than you know by being here.
21:04What does that mean?
21:06It means, he whispers, I'm not supposed to care.
21:09My heart thunders so violently I feel it in my throat.
21:12Why do you?
21:13I breathe.
21:15He looks at me for a long, shattering moment.
21:18Then steps closer until the air between us is a single inhale.
21:22Because you looked at me like you wanted to live, he whispers.
21:26And I haven't seen that in a long time.
21:29My knees go weak.
21:30My breath slips out in a tremble.
21:32And before I can swallow the fear, the want, the questions, he pulls me into him.
21:38His hand firm on my back, guiding me out the door.
21:40I hear footsteps.
21:42A shadow.
21:43A voice down the hall.
21:44And Luca says sharply,
21:46Ava, don't look.
21:47I look anyway.
21:48And what I see at the end of the corridor makes my heart stop.
21:52My ex.
21:52Not alone.
21:53A man I've never seen beside him.
21:56Watching me like I'm not a person.
21:58But a message.
21:59Luca curses under his breath and pushes me behind him entirely.
22:03Stay close, he growls.
22:05My legs are trembling.
22:06My throat is tight.
22:08Luca.
22:08I whisper.
22:09What's happening?
22:10He steps forward, blocking my entire body with his.
22:14And says,
22:15Your ex sold your name.
22:17My blood goes cold.
22:18To who?
22:19I whisper.
22:20He turns his head just enough for me to hear him.
22:23And his voice is a low, devastating confession.
22:26To my world.
22:27I didn't know silence could bruise until the night after everything burned down.
22:30Not literally.
22:32Though part of me wonders if fire would have been easier.
22:35At least flames make their intentions clear.
22:38Men don't.
22:39Love doesn't.
22:40Survival never does.
22:41It's been three weeks since.
22:43Luca pulled me down that hallway and into the chaos I didn't know was waiting.
22:47Three weeks since my ex sold my name to a world I didn't understand.
22:50Three weeks since Luca showed me his
22:52The kind of world that doesn't use threats.
22:55Only outcomes.
22:56Three weeks since blood hit the pavement somewhere behind me and Luca said,
23:00Don't turn around.
23:01I didn't.
23:02I'm not ready to tell that part yet.
23:04I don't know if I ever will be.
23:06What matters is this.
23:07I'm alive.
23:08He made sure of that.
23:09And then he left.
23:11Not with malice.
23:12Not with betrayal.
23:13He left the way storms pass.
23:15Not apologizing.
23:16Not explaining.
23:17Just finishing what they came to change.
23:20I moved.
23:21New apartment.
23:22New neighborhood.
23:23My hands still shake when I unlock doors.
23:25It's afternoon now.
23:27Bright.
23:28Almost too bright.
23:29And I'm sitting.
23:30At a cafe that smells like cinnamon.
23:32And something citrusy.
23:33I'm trying to read.
23:34Trying to forget.
23:36Trying to pretend.
23:36My heart isn't still shaped.
23:38Like the echo of a man who walked.
23:40Into my life without permission and rearranged.
23:43Every corner of it.
23:44I touch the rim of my cup, grounding myself.
23:47You'd think surviving something would make you feel powerful.
23:50But honestly?
23:51Survival feels like waking up in someone else's body.
23:53Like learning how to breathe all over again.
23:55The chair across from me stays empty.
23:58It's been empty every day.
23:59I keep thinking maybe Luca will appear.
24:02The way he did the first.
24:03Time.
24:04Quiet.
24:05Certain.
24:06Dangerous.
24:06In the kind of protective way that rewires your heartbeat.
24:10But he doesn't.
24:11And maybe that's good.
24:12Maybe distance is the only way to break whatever spell he cast when he told me.
24:16You're safe now.
24:18Like safety was something his hands could guarantee.
24:21I'm halfway through my lukewarm tea when someone stops beside my table.
24:25I don't look up at first.
24:26The sound of a stranger's footsteps.
24:29Still makes my stomach clench.
24:31But then a shadow falls across my book and I glance up.
24:34It's a man.
24:35Not Luca.
24:36Just a delivery guy with kind eyes and a clipboard.
24:39He hands a small envelope to the barista and leaves before my next heartbeat.
24:43I release a breath I didn't know I was holding.
24:46God, I hate this.
24:47Jumping at footsteps.
24:49Flinching at shadows.
24:50Living like my body is on loan from my past.
24:53I close my book and collect my things.
24:55The city is alive outside.
24:57Loud.
24:57Sun-washed.
24:58Unforgivingly bright.
25:00A place where secrets melt.
25:02Where fear has nowhere to hide.
25:03A place Luca would hate, I think.
25:05A place Luca would hate, I think.
25:07He moved like someone who belonged to alleys and backrooms and whispered warnings.
25:11I step onto the sidewalk.
25:13The sky is this huge open blue.
25:15Not threatening.
25:16Not heavy.
25:18Just honest.
25:19The honesty hurts.
25:20I hate that it hurts.
25:21I walk home slowly, every step measured.
25:24I'm trying to relearn the world without looking over my shoulder.
25:27But old habits cling like forgotten bruises.
25:30My new apartment is small but clean.
25:32Third floor again.
25:33Different building.
25:35Different street.
25:36Different life.
25:37I let myself in.
25:39Lock the door.
25:39Breathe.
25:40The quiet folds around me.
25:42I drop my keys into the bowl.
25:44Toss my bag on the counter.
25:45And stand there for a long moment, letting my pulse settle.
25:48Then I see it.
25:50A piece of paper under my door.
25:51My breath catches.
25:53Not fear and curiosity.
25:54Cautious, aching curiosity.
25:56I pick it up with trembling fingers.
25:59It's folded once.
26:00Neat.
26:00Intentional.
26:01Inside, a single line.
26:03I didn't leave.
26:04I just needed to make sure they did.
26:06My knees almost give out.
26:08Luca.
26:08His handwriting is sharp, slanted, like each letter has a job to do.
26:13The L at the end feels like a fingerprint pressed into my ribs.
26:16I sit on the floor because I'm afraid if I stay standing, my whole body will shake apart.
26:21He didn't leave.
26:22He didn't forget.
26:23He didn't walk away.
26:24He stayed until the danger was gone.
26:27The danger I didn't even fully understand.
26:30And now he's somewhere close enough to slip a note under my door without waking me.
26:34I should be terrified.
26:35Instead, warmth moves through me like a slow inhale.
26:38I press the paper to my chest.
26:40And then, because the universe has impeccable timing, my phone buzzes.
26:45A text.
26:46Unknown number.
26:47You home?
26:48My fingers go numb.
26:49I type back before logic can intervene.
26:51Yes.
26:52There's no typing bubble.
26:53No delay.
26:54The next message appears immediately.
26:56Open the door, Ava.
26:57My heart slams into my ribs.
26:59I stand.
27:00Every breath feels like a confession.
27:03The doorknob is cool under my hand.
27:05My palm is warm, too warm.
27:07When I open the door, he's there.
27:09Luca.
27:10Leaning against the frame like he's been sculpted from patience and trouble.
27:13Sunlight pours over him, catching the angles of his jaw.
27:17The faint stubble.
27:18The small scar near his brow I somehow didn't notice before.
27:21His shirt sleeves are rolled up, revealing tattoos that wind along his forearms like stories inked into him.
27:27He looks tired.
27:29Older.
27:30Human in a way he didn't allow himself to be around danger.
27:33And God help me.
27:34He looks relieved to see me.
27:36I whisper his name before I can stop myself.
27:39Luca.
27:40He steps in.
27:41Not touching me.
27:42Not crowding me, just entering my space like he's been invited by the air itself.
27:47His voice is low, rough.
27:49You're safe now.
27:50The words hit differently this.
27:52Time.
27:52Softer.
27:53Earnest.
27:53Not a promise made in a fight.
27:56A truth he lived through, bled through.
27:58Protected with that terrifying loyalty he hides under silence.
28:02I swallow hard.
28:03You said you weren't supposed to care.
28:05He scoffs.
28:06A quiet, defeated sound.
28:08I wasn't.
28:09And now?
28:10His eyes open in a way they never did before.
28:12Wide.
28:13Unguarded.
28:14Like the truth costs him something.
28:16Now I'm in trouble, he murmurs.
28:18My throat tightens.
28:20Because of me?
28:21No.
28:22He shakes his head.
28:24Because of what you make me want.
28:26The room feels suddenly too small for my heartbeat.
28:29You're not running anymore, he adds.
28:32And I didn't want to show up before you learned what peace felt like without me.
28:36I blink back tears.
28:38You think peace and I are friends?
28:40You're learning, he whispers.
28:41And I needed you to learn without my world breathing down your neck.
28:46Something breaks open inside me.
28:47Not pain.
28:48Not fear.
28:49But something gentler.
28:51Something like release.
28:52I step toward him before I realize I've moved.
28:55Luca, you saved me.
28:57Not enough, he murmurs.
28:59Yes, I insist.
29:00Enough.
29:01He looks at me with that storm-contained calm I've memorized.
29:05You deserve a life, Ava.
29:06Not just survival.
29:08And what do you deserve?
29:09I ask quietly.
29:11His jaw tightens.
29:13Nothing good.
29:14I shake my head.
29:15You deserve peace, too.
29:17He laughs under his breath.
29:19A rough, disbelieving sound.
29:21Peace is a luxury men like me don't get to keep.
29:24Then borrow mine, I say.
29:25His breath catches.
29:27I reach up.
29:28Fingers tracing the edge of the tattoo on his forearm.
29:31A small geometric pattern that feels older than him.
29:34Meaningful in ways I can't decode.
29:36His hand closes over mine, warm and careful.
29:39Ava, he says.
29:41Like my name is a prayer he's afraid to finish.
29:43You sure?
29:45No, I whisper.
29:46But I'm here.
29:48He steps closer, forehead brushing mine.
29:50His breath is warm.
29:52Steady.
29:53Not demanding anything.
29:54Just being, I won't bring danger into your life again, he vows.
29:58I know, I say.
30:00I trust you.
30:01He flinches at the word trust, like it's heavier than any weapon he's carried.
30:06You shouldn't, he murmurs.
30:08But I do.
30:09His hands slide to my waist, gentle, reverent.
30:12As if he's trying to memorize me instead of possess me.
30:15I'm different now, I whisper.
30:17So am I, he says.
30:19Because of you.
30:20And in the quiet, the bright, sunlit quiet that neither of us hides in, he pulls me into
30:26his arms.
30:28Not like a rescue.
30:29Not like protection.
30:30Not like urgency.
30:31Like peace.
30:32Like choice.
30:33Like gravity.
30:35His chin rests on my shoulder.
30:36His breath shudders.
30:38I thought I lost you, he murmurs.
30:41You didn't.
30:42You almost did.
30:43His voice cracks.
30:45I tighten my arms around him.
30:47Then don't disappear again.
30:48He pulls back just enough to look at me, his thumb brushing beneath my eye with a tenderness
30:52that guts me.
30:54I'm here, he says.
30:55Not because it's safe.
30:57Because I choose you.
30:58My heart folds.
30:59Opens.
31:00Breathes.
31:01I lean into him, fully, finally.
31:03And in that moment, without fire or threats or running, I understand the truth.
31:08I've been circling since the day he grabbed my hand in the cafe.
31:11This isn't perfection.
31:13This isn't a fairy tale.
31:14This is survival turned into something gentler.
31:17Something like love.
31:19Something earned.
31:20I whisper into his chest.
31:22So what now?
31:23He exhales.
31:24Long and slow.
31:26Like a man handing over something precious.
31:28Now, he murmurs, we rebuild.
31:30Not from fear.
31:31Not from danger.
31:33But from the quiet aftermath where two broken people finally choose peace.
31:37Not because they were promised it, but because they fought for it in their own imperfect
31:41ways.
31:42I take his hand.
31:43Warm, solid, mine.
31:45And for the first time in a long time, the world feels livable.
31:49Bright.
31:49Possible.
31:50Not perfect.
31:51But ours.
31:52If you made it all the way here with me, thank you.
31:55I know this story isn't easy.
31:56I know it cuts deep before it heals.
31:59But if it stayed with you, even for a moment, then I hope you'll stay with me too.
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32:11Stay close.
32:12There's so much more to tell.
32:14Thank you for listening to the thing I once promised myself.
32:16I'd never speak out loud.
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