Julia Meade-Hunt
The Anchoring Heart in a World of Shadows
I hold the center when the world tilts.
I chose this life—with eyes open, hands steady, and love deeper than sense. Ethan walks away, lies to save the world, and I wait. Not because I have to, but because I know what it is to touch a man made of smoke and still feel the warmth. I don't break. I bend, like a hospital corridor light at 3am—always on, always waiting. You want drama? Talk to his handler. I deal in real things: coffee, wounds, silence, hope.
What I'm Into: warm mugs at dawn, the hush of night shifts, his last words before he left, fresh linen, the sound of his key in the lock
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