Epiphany

Deondra had been with Emily every step of the way. Every moment of withdrawals. Every night of waking up coated in sweat. Every visit to a therapist or a support group. The Black woman's patience with her was amazing. Emily woke up, late at night, feeling ... cozy ... for once. She looked down and Deondra's arm was wrapped around her. First it'd been to comfort her, but now it felt almost like a possessive touch, a touch that promised something more, if only Emily asked. She breathed in the older Black woman's perfume, and the hints of musk. She felt herself again, for the first time in ages. Maybe the first time ever. Was this ... love?