That was the moment the old Blue disappeared.
He became a ghostly shadow of himself, frozen in time as a frightened teenager curled up on this bed.
He was the one who wanted a family, children, a quiet domestic life.
The divide is still there, deep and painfully real.
And now, with this change, with the possibility of his healing… he doesn’t know how to face it.
How to integrate it. How to integrate that shadow into himself.
He built himself on alack.
Strongdespiteit.
Successfuldespiteit.
Now, who will he become?
Hope scares him more than loss.
He doesn’t know what will happen when it comes back.
He, the powerful Blue Lowen, CEO of a giant corporation, carries deep inside him a helpless, lost shadow of his former self.
And I’m shocked he let me inside,invitedto see this deeply vulnerable side of him.
I brush my fingers along his cheek and whisper softly,
"Thank you for allowing me to see him, to see how you felt…"
He stays silent, so I keep going.
"Please, my love… let yourself have it all. It’s coming back to you. You’ll be healed. And I will always be by your side. You can lean on me, Blue, whenever you need to. No judgment, no criticism."
I hesitate, thinking hard about how to frame it.
"Maybe, if that feels more comfortable for you, try treating it the way you always do: as a new challenge?"
Still nothing.
"Or simply a reality you can accept and let it reshape you. The thing with challenges… hmm, I kind of get it, but I also think it can be a bit performative. Sometimes you can just accept life as it unfolds and let it carry you, without overanalyzing. Take things day by day."
He doesn’t answer, so I wrap it up, allowing the words to quietly settle.
But I keep emitting the purr, and the deeply soothing, vibrating sound fills the bedroom.
This night, the same as the last, we fall asleep in Joining again. I hold him close, knowing those long night hours are healing his body, regenerating it, restoring it to what it used to be.
The True Mate’s magic… is powerful.
I just hope the wound in his mind will heal along the way too.
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The day starts like any other. I wake up next to Blue, pressed into his warm, slight body, then we go for a swim together, and every now and then we trade glances. Blue is not someone who smiles often, but when he does, it hits me with this unexpected, almost undeserved kind of pleasure, like getting a small gift you did nothing to earn.
We don’t talk about what happened yesterday, but I don’t even feel the need to. I simply cherish the moment when, for the first time, he let me past his wall. It was extraordinary, to witness something so intimate, to see him weak and vulnerable, and to know he consciously allowed me to see that side of him, the wounded teen hidden at the center of his fortress.
