“It feels like I’m swimming in a sea of sadness without a life jacket. Like, I’m trying very hard to stay above water… but sometimes it would be easier to stop kicking because I’m just so tired. But I’m scared to sink.” Slowly, Kai began brushing my hair with a wide tooth comb, working the conditioner through that was still in there. “You might feel like you need to sink or swim. That’s black or white thinking. You’re forgetting you have a third option.” I looked back at my shifter, confused. “What do you mean?” Kai leaned in and wiped my wet cheek, pressing a kiss to my forehead. “Float.
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