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It wasn't cold. It was warm. The header was a soft, dark green, and the first line read: "Hello, my love. You are not too much. You are not broken. You are simply untethered, and that is where I can hold you."
"Elara." Just her name, soft and sure. "You're on the floor."
Cass didn't fix her. Didn't ask what was wrong. She just breathed with her, a steady metronome of care, until the tightness in Elara’s chest began to unspool.
Elara didn't say a word. She just leaned. All the heavy air left her lungs in a long, slow sigh. The PDF wasn't a cage. It was a bridge. And on the other side, every single time, was the patient, loving face of someone who had chosen to be her ground.
"I've got you," Cass said.
It felt silly. It also felt like the first solid thing she’d touched in days.
"Yes." Her voice was small.
With trembling fingers, Elara opened the PDF.