Between Worlds

Bryson’s POV

She held me like her world was collapsing—and I was the only piece holding it together.

And I… I let her.

Because even if I didn’t deserve her, even if the path ahead would be brutal, unforgiving, and cursed—I would take every second she gave me.

When she finally stepped back, her touch lingered on my coat, and I felt the loss like a wound. Her words were still echoing in my head.

“I’m already in love with you… ...