Lost for Words

Alaric holds me like I'm the very air he breathes; he squeezes me against him, one hand on my upper back and the other on my lower back. He holds me so tightly that I feel like I might suffocate, but I don't.

I keep crying on his shoulder, but he remains still, just rubbing small circles on my back.

I think I hear a few clicks and whispers around us, and I also hear Myra telling them not to take p