The wind swept through the balcony as she found Silas shirtless, arms resting on the railing, jaw clenched “I used to steal food from dumpsters behind that hotel,” he muttered His voice cracked. “Got beat half to death once for a jacket, I slept in alleys for years. People spat on me, called me trash.” he turned, his hands trembling as he cupped her face, Without warning, he kissed her deep, desperate, When he pulled back, tears traced silent paths down his cheeks “You’re my home,”
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