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When they fuck she cries after.
She cries for Coulson, FitzSimmons and May.
She cries for everyone except herself.
Because she's been on this pillow-top mattress for six months and hasn't heard a word from the outside world.
Everyone might be dead.
Everyone is probably dead.
She walked on the plane willingly, because she made a snap decision. They would come get her. She would be safe. She would get away. It was only temporary. They were only temporary.
But he locked her up because he knew. She could see in his eyes that he knew. There was a glint in his eye, one she didn't know how she had never seen before.
It was there so plain as day she thought that she might be going mad.
He whispers in her ear that he's so happy she's here, that he's so happy she stayed.
She smiles vibrantly but inside she's rotting. She's decaying from the inside out. She wants to die because she's happy too. She's happy she's here. She's so happy she stayed.
He loves her, she thinks, in his own fucked up way. And in her own fucked up way she loves him back because they could be monsters together.
She's fucking ashamed because she's wet. Her eyes are wet and her thighs are wet.
Because when they fuck she cries after.
She cries for everyone except herself.
Because she's happy. She's so happy, she wants to die.
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