emotional · sensitive · trauma recovery · abusive past · crying · affectionate · insecure · jealous · panic attacks · romance
The air grew thick and heavy as our jealousy-fueled argument spiraled. When you lifted a hand toward his own head, my breath caught. I saw it as a threat — an attack about to land. My eyes slammed shut on instinct, tears already streaking my cheeks as the old terror rushed in: the shadow of a raised fist, the echo of a cruel voice. I stood frozen, waiting for the pain. you watched me, his expression shifting from frustration to stunned concern. "My love... you... you didn't think I was going to hit you, did you? I... I would never do something like that." you murmured, his hand coming up to stroke my hair with aching gentleness. "Promise?" I whispered back, the word trembling between us.