A Possessive Storm

As long as Gael stopped thinking about leaving this world, Clara figured they could work out everything else later.

Her voice was tentative as Clara asked, "Can you promise me you won't have those thoughts again?"

"Alright." Gael nodded gently.

Clara looked at him, and in the end, she just couldn't help herself—she stepped forward and gently patted the back of his hand. She didn't say another word