She puts her eyes on each and everyone, blue blue blue, they sing and play and tease, her red hair under the moonlight, her bloody knees and ripped shirt, her tiny wrists and soft skin, the smell of her perfume mixed with blood and sweat and fear. He helps her stand, she takes a moment to breathe, falls forward and he lets her, he's there to catch her anyway.
Her face on his chest, his heart beating fast, her tears on his uniform. It's just a moment-she shows him weakness, and he doesn't blame her, no, he holds himself, afraid he's going to cry too. His hands on her shoulders, she breathes, he feels her all over, he takes her all over, he chooses her all over. She's his escape, he knows he is hers.
He knows they are going to find the girl, he knows they will find a way, and he knows, oh he knows, that never in a billion years will he forget her face, her hair, her frame, her voice or the way she took his hand and put her trust in him. He knows knows knows knows she will haunt his dreams, as well as the undead and hell, the live ones too, she will be there, and he will remember how relief took over him when he realized she was alive and running and breathing.
But here she takes a breath and steps away, her face flushed and the tip of her nose red and he thinks she's this gorgeous thing but he can't tell her that, he can't think of her as a thing either, but he's not sure, they're all things, they're all strange things and she will make his dreams.
She will make his dreams, this girl with the cute nose and the blue eyes and the brave heart, she will fly to him, one day, and take him away.