if they could see what I see
July 10, 2025 at 5:43 PM
Sometimes I wonder what it would be like if they could see what I see.
Not the bruises or the rumors. Not the sharp glances or whispered warnings.
But the way Alarion looks at me when he thinks I don’t notice — like I’m something fragile and fierce all at once, like I’m his world.
I’m not blind to the strange looks people give us. Sometimes I catch the pity in their eyes, like I’m a bird trapped in a gilded cage. But I don’t feel trapped. Not when his hand is wrapped around mine, when his voice is steady and soft, and his presence is the only thing I need.
The bruises bother me sometimes, of course. My skin is so delicate it seems to bruise with just the slightest bump or brush. I’ve been told to be careful, to protect myself, but no one can protect me like Alarion does.
At night, when the world grows quiet, he stays close, sometimes pressing gentle kisses to the places that ache most. His touch is tender, not rough like people imagine. His love is a balm I’ve never known before.
And for all the assumptions made about us — I know only love.
