Ella Maise

Lucy: In your dreams.

Adam: And yours.

“I’ll hold you up, Lucy. You can trust me. I see who you are. I see who you are, and I want you to choose me. I want you to open your eyes and look at me so you can see that I have what it takes, that I can take care of your heart for you.”

I’d be her home. I’d give her a family. I’d be her family. Her heart.

In that bed, her lips against mine, her hands holding on to my wrists, I promised her without words that I’d take everything I could take from her and in return give her the world.

I’d be that wind she loved to feel on her skin so much, the wind that put that peaceful smile on her lips.