︱On Hold︱James didn't love anything. He didn't care for anything. He didn't believe in love, and feelings, and all that crap. He believed in death, he believed in being tough and hard, and that way nothing could ever hurt you. He had a sense of tightness in his body that he had had his whole life. It was almost as if he were tightening up every inch of himself so that nothing else could get in. The tightness impaired him, and it made it hard to breathe, hard to think, hard for his heart to beat. But it protected him, until he met...Norah.