[ it's easy to fall into his embrace, to lean in and let him hold her in a way that she feels safe. when he tells her it's okay, i've got you she turns her face into his chest, feels a tremor go through her as her eyes well up again.
she inhales deep, her breaths ragged even as she follows his prompting ( in... out. in... out ) and her hands slip around his middle, fingers curling against the small of his back.
she can't remember what went on when the cult had taken her and yancy, and that's what kills her the most. there are blanks that she can't fill, whole hours unaccounted for, empty stretches of memory that even now, two months after, haunt her like restless ghosts. ] I'm sorry. I'm so sorry.
[ he'd mentioned once, how he'd lost his mother to cancer. how she'd kept on smoking to the bitter end. it's why she hadn't wanted him to see her like this, to catch her with a cigarette in her hand. it was a habit she once broke easily, but nothing is easy of late and the nicotine hit helps in a way that leaves her not knowing how to part with it. ]
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she inhales deep, her breaths ragged even as she follows his prompting ( in... out. in... out ) and her hands slip around his middle, fingers curling against the small of his back.
she can't remember what went on when the cult had taken her and yancy, and that's what kills her the most. there are blanks that she can't fill, whole hours unaccounted for, empty stretches of memory that even now, two months after, haunt her like restless ghosts. ] I'm sorry. I'm so sorry.
[ he'd mentioned once, how he'd lost his mother to cancer. how she'd kept on smoking to the bitter end. it's why she hadn't wanted him to see her like this, to catch her with a cigarette in her hand. it was a habit she once broke easily, but nothing is easy of late and the nicotine hit helps in a way that leaves her not knowing how to part with it. ]