The Calm

Legend has it that a curse from the gods cannot be broken, destined to be passed down from generation to generation.

Thankfully, I am the only one left. There’s no one besides me. I can’t imagine anyone else bearing this burden, enduring the same torment.

“Blake?” Ginevra’s voice was soft as a whisper, wrapping around me like a warm embrace. I turned toward him, his hand resting gently on my side.

“Good morning,” I replied, a smile warming my lips as I met his gaze.

His eyes searched mine with quiet intensity. “How are you feeling?”

“I feel… rejuvenated,” I said, the words sounding strange even to my own ears. It was as though my body had forgotten the battle it waged just days ago.

Ginevra grinned, his smile wide and boyish, lighting up his entire face. “I can tell.” Without warning, he pulled me against his chest, his lips descending to pepper playful, tickling kisses along the curve of my neck.