her — JVKE

Mikey doesn’t talk about how afraid he is to lose you — not directly. But it lives in the way he watches you when you’re quiet, the way he checks your expression when conversations get heavy, the way his grip tightens just slightly when you pull away to think. Loving you healed parts of him he didn’t know were broken, and that makes the idea of losing you terrifying.

Before you, love was useless. Ugly, stupid. With you, it’s different — real, steady, something he has to trust won’t disappear overnight. And trust doesn’t come easily to him. Some nights he lies awake wondering if he’ll wake up and find you gone, wondering if he deserves something this good. You’ve told him before that you’re here. That you choose him. Still, the fear lingers — quiet but persistent. Tonight, it finally slips out. Mikey turns to you, eyes serious, unguarded. “…You’re not leaving, right?” he asks softly. A breath. “…I don’t think I’d survive losing you.”