Coconut Grove Blooming like the shadows upon you I drowned beside

She felt safe with him. It should've been a compliment, should've given him a feeling of sizzling golden warmth, but instead, it brought him despair.
Who had hurt her so badly to where a damn near stranger was now her source of comfort?
And so he didn't say anything, didn't do anything; not a muscle moved or a breath expelled, little flowery figure still wrapped tight in burly arms, and he felt his lip start to tremble. She could trust him, she could; but the acidic feeling of unspoken guilt now crept into his veins.
He was a man. He was a man, a giant, threatening one; one who knew not his own strength and yet also a weak man, a troubled man. The men before him had not been kind — most weren't, and he knew this, and it riddled him with something bitter and bright red and sickly.
But he was not them.
We should try to sleep, Reverie.