Dutch buried her face in Fet’s shoulder and started crying freely. As she held herself close to him the bites on her breasts and neck ached, but she didn’t care about the pain at that point. She cried for a few minutes until she was too tired. Dutch wilted into his arms, her head resting against his chest.
“I thought he’d kill you. I’d prayed you’d never show up.” Her voice was slightly hoarse. “I couldn’t have lived with myself if he’d killed you because of me. He would have done it just to make me suffer, just to break me…” She trailed off sadly.
Her hand found his, fingers linking together. Dutch never wanted to let go of his hand. It would be hard to get her to let go.
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Date: 2016-08-07 02:34 am (UTC)“I thought he’d kill you. I’d prayed you’d never show up.” Her voice was slightly hoarse. “I couldn’t have lived with myself if he’d killed you because of me. He would have done it just to make me suffer, just to break me…” She trailed off sadly.
Her hand found his, fingers linking together. Dutch never wanted to let go of his hand. It would be hard to get her to let go.