He silences her mind with just his words. Her thoughts calmer than they've been in years. She can breath. He's able to make her laugh. He's able to make her smile a genuine smile.

He is imperfectly perfect. A beautiful disaster and she, she is a hurricane. A wild raging wind. Her
down pour drowns any who dare come near.
A guarded soul that dimmed the day her fire lost its ember. Walls up so high to prevent the flood of any emotion other than settled unhappiness.  Her midnight home, built for being alone.

All slowly fading, cracking, tumbling...and she has no idea what to expect anymore. Now she's terrified of more than just being hurt.

Imagination is such a tricky thing