Suppose time can remain still for both of us. If I could go back to that cabin and spend the blissful time we had there, for better or worse it was moments of solace that placed all the broken pieces together. We were able to heal in a way, even though not completely, we were there for each other and Dace helped me fight my demons.
It was undeniable my demons didn't get to me as much as they did but going back to that cabin was a thoughtless dream, once again the shell protecting us had cracked. I had Luther on my neck asking for something I can't surrender and Dace had lost his emotions—probably a side effect of Cassius' blessing—there was no going back now.
Impulsively I parted away from him keeping my eyes to the ground not uttering a word. His heated gaze I could feel on me was enough to split me open, I knew I was adding fuel to the fire but this was the only way.
