Collided Souls

C A N E

After everything that happened yesterday, I barely got any sleep—until now. 

The sun hit my eyes, stirring me awake. I groaned, tired, as I tried to figure out where I was. Reaching for my glasses, I slipped them on and spotted Witty asleep at the edge of the bed, paws up and tongue out. Classic. 

Then I felt her. 

Soft whimpers drew my eyes downward. Imogen was curled up against me, holding me tight. The memory of last night—everything that happened between us—clouded my mind more than I wanted to admit. 

She told me about her psycho ex, and yeah, it shook me. But I meant what I said.  I'm not going anywhere.  Her face caught the light just right—like the sun wanted to kiss her, not me. Her skin glowed, gold and warm. I gently brushed a strand of hair out of her face just to admire her a little longer. Lips slightly pouted. Eyes shut. Completely at peace. 

Seeing her like this makes it impossible to imagine life without her. 

My fingers traced the line of her jaw, down her neck, and across her shoulder. She sighed softly at my touch, her body responding even in sleep.

"Cane..." Was enough to make my heart skip. 

"Good morning to you too," I murmured with a smirk, lacing my hands behind my head. 

She gasped, jerking back as if caught doing something scandalous. Clutching the blanket to her chest, she looked around, face flushed. 

"How did I end up in your bed... again?" she asked, blinking at the room like it betrayed her. 

"No good morning?" I teased, raising a brow. 

She shot me a look. "It's eight in the morning!" 

"I'll take it," I said, letting the joke land. I don't usually joke around much, but with her... I can. Especially after the heaviness of yesterday. 

"Ugh..." Imogen groaned, flopping back onto the bed and hiding under the blanket—only to pull it down and look at me again. "Question?" 

"I might have an answer," I said, meeting her gaze. 

She lifted the hem of the shirt she was wearing—my shirt. "How did I end up in this? I don't even remember changing." 

"Must've given it to you," I shrugged. 

"Okay..." She sighed, deciding not to push it. 

Silence settled in as our eyes wandered around my room. The mood shifted—heavier now. Cold, almost. Until Witty sneezed in her sleep, snapping the air between us. 

Imogen's voice came softly. "Did you mean it? What you said last night?" 

I turned to her, serious now. I licked my lips and reached out, curling my hand around hers. 

"I meant it. I said it. I don't take back my words." 

She smiled gently, her fingers playing with the edge of the blanket like she was trying to tug herself out of her thoughts. I could see the questions dancing behind her eyes. Worry, maybe. Or hope. 

It was just us again—our own little bubble, like the one we found in the middle of that club. The way we swayed together, how the world disappeared. It felt like that again now. 

I reached for her chin, guiding her face toward mine. Our lips brushed in a soft, lingering way. 

"No matter what happens," I said, voice low, "I'll always be by your side." 

"Promise?"

"Promise." 

She rested her forehead against mine. "Who are you and what have you done with the old Cane?" 

We laughed, quiet and warm. 

My thumb traced soft circles on her skin. "He's still here..." 

And he is. But with a love like this, I know how easily things can fall apart. There's only so much me and Imogen can do in our own world—but it is ours. 

I know this could ruin me. 

But I can't stop. 

My soul will always find hers. Just like hers will always find mine.

A/N

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