Nellie I swear I'm being held by the most perfect and sweetest human being right now. Cy actually calls me--one of the biggest screw ups ever--a gift from God and all of these other mind-blowing things that I don't deserve. I choke back a sob and hide my face in the crook of his neck. My voice is shaking but I can't possibly go on without telling just how amazing he is. "A-and you're the sweetest banana sugar cookie of a guy that...th-that I've ever met. I swear I'll never know what I did in my life to earn you in my life, b-but I swear I'm so happy that I did." Another silent sob rattles me to the bone. "Th-thank you." I can't find the strength to say anymore after that, but I'm beyond grateful to hear him say that he understands why I lied. I still feel guilty about it, but at least I know he doesn't resent me for trying to deceive him...Christ, here I think I have my morals together. Turns out I'm still just some impulsive runaway... I try to ward off the thoughts and focus on Cy's warmth, which seems to work wonders in calming me down. Call me crazy, but I kinda feel like his arms are made to hold me. I know that sounds egotistical and...weird, but that's really how I see it. I can't imagine someone else's embrace feeling this perfect. All of this thinking must've been taking a toll on me because before I know it, my eyes close and I semi-fall asleep in his grasp. I think this is the safest I've felt in years.