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Slowly, I used my good arm to pull the blanket off of me and stood up. My head tilted and so did my body. For a brief second, my panic reflected on Eric's face, but then relief spread as he caught me. “Nana,” he said softly as he held my trembling shoulders in his hands, “let me help you.”

My eyes continued to be glued to my lap while my face was pale and red at the same time. Eric stares too, and I can't help feeling like I've lost face in front of him. Did he just call me Nana?

Considering everything that had happened between the two of us, I'm not sure what I felt from one second to the next, every moment was mixed with suspicion and disbelief, but underneath it all, was sadness. shallow desire. Eric isn't my prince charming, but that doesn't mean I have to choose anything less than that.

He held out his hand to me and I took it. We walked into the bathroom together, and while it wasn't so extraordinary anymore, the fact that I was broken, inside and out, still made it different