time, not to make a scene.
She helped him sit up. His hands were shaking in a way that had nothing to do with the temperature. When she got him to his front door, he stopped and looked at her in a way she had never seen from him before — something uncertain and unguarded passing across his face.
He asked her, quietly, what made her help him. He said he did not deserve it.
She told him that no one deserves to be left alone.
He went inside without another word.
But that was the moment Kylie understood what was underneath all that anger. It was not cruelty. It was a man who had spent so long without warmth that he had forgotten what it felt like, and had built walls so high that no one had thought to keep knocking.
She decided to keep knocking.
A Routine Built on






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