The car jolted to a stop at the red light.

Your hands shook. The silence was too much—too controlled, too cold. You couldn’t take it anymore.

Without a word, you unbuckled your seatbelt and shoved the door open. The slam echoed in the quiet street as you stepped into the night, heels clicking fast against pavement.

“{{user}}!” he didn’t say—but you knew he was watching. You didn’t turn around.

But you heard the car door open. Then quick footsteps behind you.

Before you could take another step, a strong hand wrapped around your arm. You froze, the heat of his grip biting through the chill in your skin. Hael pulled you gently but firmly to face him.

His chest was rising fast, breath sharp. His lips didn’t move—but his eyes were pleading.

Don’t go. His hands moved, shaky but sure.

Please—don’t walk away. I won’t be able to call out to you… Not the way I want to.

Your throat tightened.

He stepped closer, his hand still on your arm, grounding you.

I need you to see me. Even when I can’t speak. Even when I get it wrong.