I’m not scared of you. I am fucking broken. He fucking broke me, Royal. I turned 18 the day King murdered my Grams and took me to that place, and I haven’t felt safe or had a single day of peace since. Then I met you, all of you, and I finally feel safe. It's like my soul recognizes yours. When you look at me, my broken pieces don’t feel so broken. I can’t explain it, and I don't understand it. We don’t even know each other. But for the first time since that day, I feel… peace.
