“You’re not safe. You’re something else, something I’ve always needed. I feel like I’ve been in a stagnant pond for most of my life. I lived here, I was alright, but I wasn’t thriving. I wasn’t really living. I was waiting for something to come and change the world I was in. You swept in like a storm. Everything holding me back is gone—the stagnation, the decaying roots lassoing me down, all of it—and suddenly, I can breathe fully. I can live. You’re my wind, Ivan.”
