A/N: I'm back! (Yeah, I know, that's what I said last time too, before I disappeared for 3 years oh my god it's been 3 years.) I can't promise frequent updates or anything, but I have lots of tiny drabble ideas I'm going to slowly put up I think. Hope you guys like these! And I'm so sorry if they don't make much sense, they sounded good in my head /sadface/.

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1.

She loves him, you know?

And she thinks she can forgive him just about anything.

It's okay that he leaves the house at two in the morning, creeping silently out of bed and out of the house and out of her life for a short three hours. It's okay, it's okay, it's perfectly okay, she tells herself over and over and over again.

She does not know what he could be doing outside, though she already knows he doesn't sleep, but she has an idea. She has an idea, born from the slightly metallic smell that refuses to leave his clothes no matter how many times she scrubs desperately at them. Her idea is born from the tiny dried flecks on the left side of his jaw that he always misses, no matter how carefully he cleans the rest of him off.

Her idea is born from the quiet screaming at the back of her head that she cannot seem to get away from, no matter how she tries to drown it out.

She busies her hands with the washing and cooking and cleaning so that she can't reach up to her eyes and curl her fingers into the sockets and yank her sight out by the eyeballs. She already knows it won't help, because the image of his bright, wet hands is burned into her brain, those hands she lets touch her in places she blushes to think about. In her spare time (she has quite a lot of that, it seems), she wonders idly how many times screams he has heard in his lifetime.

A dangerous thing, spare time.

Sometimes she thinks she might be going crazy. To love and to obey is her duty, and she doesn't want to think about how hard it is to do that.

But then she looks at him, the person who took her from the blinding silence of the compound, with its deafening hate that stuck in her throat, and she thinks she can forgive him just about anything.

Because she loves him, you know?