Break
It hurt to do this. Oh, God this hurt. To watch the figure shamble into view, slowly resolving into a dear, ruined man. To realize what had happened and damn herself for being useless.
He reached for her, calloused fingers brushing her arm. The touch was gentle as a lover's. A word rasped from his throat and it might have been her name.
She let herself be embraced. His breath was on her neck, his teeth. The grip turned bruising.
It hurt to do this the most. To throw him away, then blow him away, with tears in her eyes.
A/N: So there it is! Much darker than I wanted, but I couldn't really get any happiness out of this.
Reveiws are appreciated!