She shivered deftly, encircled by
his careful arms. His hold was warm, gentle, firm. Tenderly he lifted her from
the ground, whispering: “It’s okay, you’re okay,” tightening his grasp as he
shook.
A hot tear fell on her face. She
looked up at him, weakly lifting a hand, running her finger tips along the wet
trace of emotion, one so rarely shown.
“It’s…okay,” She repeated, the scratchy words scraping
through the moist quiet of the room.
He
broke, the crack nearly audible as he fell to the ground, cradling her body
against his chest, swaying as he sobbed. Her voice was so small, her eyes so
empty.
“Shh,” the sound like a small hum.
Her cold hand found his cheek
again, her palm on its hollow, broken movements of her thumb cooling the hot of
his cheekbone.
“Don’t leave me.” The words pushed a bit of the black away
from her mind: His hold became desperate.
“I would never leave you.” She took a shaking breath, a few
tears of her own finally falling. “I will never leave you.”
--P.A.
Okay, so I didn't want an explanation of this to get in the way of the writing, as broken as it is, but if you were wondering, the girl is blind. She is injured on the inside, rather than the outside. Yep.
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