*EDITING* I am editing the first part of my story before I continue to have everything make sense.
Every person is a puzzle, their pieces make up who they are. Some have all the pieces, some may not.
Two college students who have many missing piec...
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We are now driving through the streets of L.A. the radio is playing. The music fills the car.
The silence isn't uncomfortable like I thought it would after what just occurred. It's a comfortable silence.
Safe... that is until the song starts to play.
My breathing became heavy and ridged just like that knife. The one that took my best friend. My vision becomes blurry. Every passing light is like a flash of that night. The night that took the one person I still need to face what still is to come for me from my past. Hands start to shake in my lap.
Seeing only glimpses of that night through the passing flashes of lights is gone. My mind wanders back to those countless nights leading up to that very moment.
Until I hear him. The voice that gives me hope to pull me out.
The beacon of light in the black sea made up of my fears and trauma that drown me within my own head. He's my beacon of hope and he doesn't even know.
"Nyx, love what's wrong." His tone scared me. I can't tell if we are driving or not. I'm stuck with that song. With those dark nights in the cold room every night before the one last normal night.
His hand finds a place on my thigh, rubbing circles. His touch pulling my head from out under the sea. Just enough for me to find my voice.
"Turn it off" my voice was so low and shaky I swear he didn't even hear me.
He did. The song that took me through my fears and trauma stops and my mind eases slightly when Ryker"s other hand finds my shaking hands.
His hand swallows my two up stopping me from shaking.
"Love, hey, hey look at me." I turn my head slowly.
Just like before his hazel eyes are now honey brown flooded with worry. Yet they still steady my racing heart and calm the sea of fears in my head.
I realize now that we are parked outside of some building.
"I'm going to pick you up okay." he says softly. I nod once in response, closing my eyes.
Focusing on the feel of his arms enclosing around me and pulling me over the center console.
When I open them again I'm on his lap, his arms are wrapped around me securely. His eyes bore into mine, looking deep into my eyes that I know are tearing up.
"You're safe Nyx, I got you, you're okay." I don't need anything else to stop me from dropping my head into the crook of his neck and wrapping my arm around him.
He doesn't hesitate to pull me impossibly closer, his arms, securing me to him. One hand goes to my hair and massages my scalpel. I let the tears fall, feeling safe in his arms.
