Disclaimer- all these characters belong to the great Andrew Marlow. I'm just borrowing them…

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Cracks appear beneath our feet. Faults emerge above our heads. Sometimes things just spiral out of control and we can only sit back and watch.

I felt myself floating, following a distant light. It got brighter, but never closer. My heart yearned for it. It felt like peace, but… there was something missing. Someone.

I felt somebody grasp my hand. I heard whispered words. They warmed every fibre of my being.

"I love you."

I clung to those words, to the voice. I knew that voice. I'd know it anywhere. I loved that voice.

I willed myself to look away from the light. I turned around. I saw his face. I loved that face. I needed to kiss that face one more time.

I forced myself to go back, to live. I strained myself to move towards the voice, to the face. I would not die.

Die.

That word resonated in my mind

Die.

Memories came rushing back, stained blood red around the edges. Blood. My blood. And my daughter's blood. My dead daughter's blood. The pain of the memories surged through me and I gripped my hand around his.

I heard a gasp. Followed by a yell. Then a cacophony of noises as people clamoured around me.

Rick. Rick.

I repeated the name over and over again.

Again I heard those whispered words, "I love you."

I willed myself to whisper back, "Always."

Fluttering my eyes open I looked up and saw deep blue eyes searching my green orbs.

"Kate."

He gripped my hand so hard I winced.

"I'm sorry," he said breathlessly. His eyes shone with unshed tears.

"What happened?" I croaked out.

I needed water. As if he had read my mind he brought me a glass.

"You woke up in the middle of the night yesterday. You were scared so I brought you here." He paused and looked at me. "They tried to save her."

Her. My daughter. Our daughter. I thoughts were brought to a standstill.

"What happened?" My voice shook.

"I'm sorry."

I saw tears leaking out of his beautiful eyes. Eyes I wanted our daughter to have. The tears raced down his chiselled face, tangling in his stubble.

I lifted my hand up and placed it on his cheek. It felt rough and smooth all at the same time. He held it there. His other hand caressed my face. I knew it was wet.

I shifted in the bed. It hurt. But he got the message. He slipped in with me wrapping his arms tightly around me.

He placed a kiss in my hair and buried his face in it, breathing in deeply. I knew he loved the smell. Cherries. Sighing, I shifted so that I was comfortable.

I rested my head on his chest and closed my eyes.

Sometimes you world just splits down the middle and the best you could hope for is that you find your spot in this world. And this was my spot. Here, with the man who loved me.

"I love you." I whisper into his shirt.

"Always."

Just going to go and hide where no one can find me now…