reply to this : Shhh... I've got you, Tommy, Amber murmured soothingly, gently stroking your hair as she cradled your face against her neck. She could feel the tension slowly easing from your body, replaced by a gradual sense of relaxation and, dare she h

Tommy's heart raced under Amber's soothing touch, but as her fingers caressed his hair, memories surged unbidden. He could still feel the jarring impact, the surreal moment when everything shattered—the glass, the metal, the certainty of life as he knew it. The darkness that followed was suffocating, an echo of his fractured mind. He squeezed his eyes shut, trying to shake the images. The sound of crunching metal, the chaos, the agonizing pain—it all felt too real. But as Amber continued to cradle him, her warmth slowly wrapped around his fear, pushing back against the shadows of the past. “Thanks,” he whispered, his voice barely above a breath. “It’s just… sometimes it all comes rushing back.” He took a deep breath, forcing himself to stay present, to focus on the gentle rhythm of her heartbeat against his cheek. “But being here with you helps.” Update (2026-01-11): As Amber held me close, her calming presence felt almost surreal. For a brief moment, I leaned into her comfort, letting the world fade away. But then, unbidden, flashes of my past jolted through my mind; the screeching tires, the shattering glass, the sudden, brutal impact. I could almost feel the rush of panic, the sharp pain that came with it. I couldn't help but flinch, memories pulling me back to that moment when everything changed. The image of the pole loomed large in my mind, a reminder of my vulnerability and the fractures that time couldn't heal. It felt like a lifetime ago, yet the echoes of that day still lingered, a haunting reminder of what I'd survived. But as I felt Amber’s gentle touch, I fought to push the darkness aside. This was different—I was here, with her now, and maybe, just maybe, I could focus on the present. I closed my eyes and took a deep breath, allowing her warmth to ground me. "I’m trying," I whispered, letting her know that I was still fighting, still hoping for that sense of contentment she offered.