it had been too long since they were around me, since they enveloped me in his being.
I was afraid I’d forgotten the peace that came with his heat, but soon enough his hands were on the back of my head, tangled in my hair like the intricacy of our existence, his face buried in my neck like a body underground, only it was an awakening rather than a death.
and just like that, my lungs released a breath I’d been holding for months. the hard muscles hooked around my frame pieced me together like a puzzle, creating art from the wreckage of my soul. I found the answer to a question I wasn’t even aware I was asking in my tracings on his rigid back.
finally, I am safe. finally, I feel the kind of warmth I’d been longing for, the kind that sticks with you when you’re shivering, that bundles itself around you and reminds you of what you’re fighting for. a place to come back to; a heart to beat in sync with; a soul to walk beside;
when where you belong and where you are collide (c.c.) | aka clarke griffin really loves bellamy blake