As Storm dropped what he thought was a bomb on me, everything in my life abruptly came to a complete stop. I looked up into his eyes, and there was nothing less than that. I did not hesitate to take him into my arms. As I embraced him, the warmth of his flesh seeped deeply into me, causing him to stiffen. He had a great disposition.
Storm's considerable weight progressively pressed against me even though he wasn't holding me; instead, I did.
I hush-hush'd, "Calm down," in his ear. You weren't at fault.
Contrary to me, he almost gave way.
Okay, so Storm was to blame, but he wasn't the only one. He had to learn to accept the fact that he was the only person to have survived. He needed to release it. Even though it seemed like the hardest thing in the world, he had to learn how to go on. Years had passed, but he was clearly still very affected by what had happened. Never let go of him, even though it looked as though it would always follow him.
