『𝐄𝐯𝐞𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐫𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝 𝐨𝐟 𝐟𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐜𝐚𝐧 𝐭𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐥𝐞 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐢𝐭 𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐧𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐛𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐤. 𝐖𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐢𝐬 𝐝𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐞𝐝 𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐝 𝐢𝐭𝐬 𝐰𝐚𝐲 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐧 𝐢𝐟 𝐥𝐢𝐟𝐞𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐞𝐬 𝐦𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐩𝐚𝐬𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐦𝐞𝐞𝐭 𝐚𝐠𝐚𝐢𝐧.』 He was made to believe his life didn't matter. Always afraid to take too much space, or ask for too much warmth. It wasn't until he lost everything, his faith, his purpose, his will to fight- "Let's be friends?" She asked, holding out her hand. Her voice was soft like the first drop of rain after a decade-long drought in his already deserted life. He didn't know how to say it back but in that moment, something inside him whispered, "You're home." They met each other at the edge of danger. In a place the world had forgotten. And in the middle of fear, they found something so pure, so fleeting, that it couldn't last. And it didn't. Just a week. But sometimes, that's all it takes. And then... she was gone. Years later, fate brought her back but not in the way he dreamed. She didn't recognize. He couldn't blame her. He looked different now, she was older too, and their meeting had been in chaos, in pain. So he did what broken men do when they see a second chance, he married her. He married her, fully aware it meant nothing to her. But he didn't do it expecting love. He did it because it was still better than living in a world where she didn't exist at all. He would rather burn quitely beside her than live brightly without her. Now, every time she pushes him away, he lets her. Every time she resists him, he stays silent. He bleeds quitely, afraid that if he tries to hold on too tight, he'll break whatever fragile thread still exists between them. **Book cover isn't mine**