*This does contain mature content, explicit language, and sensitive subjects pertaining to abuse.* *Mature audiences advised.* He's been there to help through it all. Every touch, every sound, and every breath. I was starting to get better. I was starting to live again the way a normal girl should. That is until we graduated college and life got in the way. I didn't think I would see Dem Dabbs again, at least I hoped I would soon, because now I'm falling back. I'm back into my habits. I don't think I'm strong enough, but somehow, I have. I'm living on autopilot... until I get that hope back. I can see him. Will it be the same? Will we pick up where we left off? Will his touch bring me back to normal? Or does he need me more than I need him?