Page 107 of Body Language
It wasn’t a word anymore, just a sound. A raw, ugly sound that made every head turn.
Her whole body was fighting the air, fighting fate, fighting the truth she’d just been hit with. She was kicking against nothing, twisting like if she just moved hard enough, she could undo it all.
I grabbed Hux and Zejah and pulled them into me. Hux was shaking, his face buried in my shirt, Zejah’s sobs rattling through her tiny chest. My arms were tight around them, but my eyes—my eyes never left Niv.
I wanted to go to her.
God, I wanted to run and take her out of their hands, wrap her up and tell her it was going to be okay.
But it wasn’t okay.
Not even close.
She’d just put a knife in my father. My father. My flesh and blood. The man I’d looked up to my whole damn life.
And still… still, I looked at her like she was mine.
Because in a matter of minutes, the love of my life had lost everything.
Her freedom.
Her mom.
And those kids she’d risked her whole life to protect.
She caught my eyes through the chaos, through her fight against the cops, and for a split second she wasn’t screaming. She was just looking.
Looking at me like I was the last thing tethering her to earth.
And I knew… nothing I could say, nothing I could do, would ever make that moment go away. For either of us.
Consider this an intermission, not an ending :)
Epilogue
SIKE. Ain’t no epilogue.
Y’all thought you were about to get closure? A neat little bow? A soft landing? Babyyyy, this is me we’re talking about.
So… how y’all feel? Don’t lie. I can feel you breathing heavy. Look, I told y’all from the jump this story was chaotic, and you STILL strapped yourself in with no helmet. That’s not on me, baby. That’s on YOU.
But let’s get serious for a second. This is not the end. This is a short intermission. A halftime show. A snack break before the next emotional whooping. Their story was way too chaotic for one straight shot. We all need time to gather our thoughts, reevaluate every decision we’ve ever made, maybe scream into a pillow, and sometimes just… step away. That’s all Niveah and Kendrix are doing right now. Taking a minute. Breathing. Plotting. Processing.
But listen, I’m impatient too, lmao. So I promise you won’t be waiting long. The rest is coming SOON. Capital letters. Soon likebills showing up right after payday. I got you. They are getting it together (I hope), but in the meantime, flip the page because I got a couple questions for you.
Anyway, I love y’all for real. Thank you for reading, for surviving the beginning of the rollercoaster, for threatening me in your head right now. Don’t swing on me too hard though. My reflexes are fast.
