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Not moving.
Not speaking.
Not looking at me anymore.
It’s over.
It’s finally—
Over.
My knees feel weak.
The adrenaline drains out all at once.
And I sway—
Just slightly—
Before strong arms catch me.
Ace.
Of course.
“I’ve got you,” he says, his voice softer now.
Careful.
Like I might break.
“I’m okay,” I whisper.
But I don’t pull away.
Not this time.
I lean into him.
Let him hold me.
Because I need it.
Because I want it.
Because after everything—
He’s the one thing that feels steady.
Ace
I hold her close.
One hand at the back of her head.
The other wrapped tight around her.
She’s shaking now.
