It wasn't a sunny morning when they woke up in each other arms. It was eight at night, and it was raining.
She feels his chest rise and fall; she turns away from him, moving away from him once more. He turns with her, pulling her back to him. He holds her tighter as she struggles to escape his arms. He kisses he neck to sooth her and the night starts again.
They woke up in a tangle of legs, arms and sheets. Looking at the clock he realized it was three in the morning and it was still raining. Once again he pulled her closer, this time she doesn't struggle nor make any move to get away from him, she allows him to hold her close and for him to be her protector. She buries herself deeper into his arms and he allows her to cry for both of them.
They had fallen asleep again, she tired from crying and he, tired from pretending it was going to be okay. He wakes up first; jus like he always does. He walks to the bathroom pausing only to retrieve a pair of track-pants. He goes to the toilet, has a shower and brushes his teeth. He doesn't shave today.
She wakes up to the sound of the shower. She hears the shower stop, she hears him brushing his teeth and when she heard him open the door she closes her eyes, and pretends to still be asleep, he walks out and closes the door to the room. As quietly as she can she too gets up, wrapping a sheet around her body she heads to the door, opening it slightly she sees his shadow in the kitchen, a small smile appears on her face as she closes the door and heads to bathroom. The sheet slips to the floor as she climbs into the shower.
He makes her favourite, coffee and a mixed plate of fruit. He pauses as he hears the shower start; knowing she will only be a few minutes, he walks out back to find a flower, he has never been the sentimental type, but somehow he knows it fits. He finds a rose, cutting it to leave a long stem he brings it inside and places it in a vase on the tray with the food. It almost looks perfect, expect one thing, there's only one cup of coffee.
She uses his shampoo, his shaving gel and his razor. She steps out of the shower and stares at herself in the fogged mirror. She sees the bruises on her thighs and on her ribs. She smiles at that, she gently pokes them and feels human when they hurt. She reaches for a towel, it's slightly damp, and it's the one he used. The smile doesn't leave her face, she is surrounded by him.
He opens the bedroom door while balancing the tray on his knee. She's there, sitting at his desk writing a letter on his laptop. He walks over and places the tray next to her, she doesn't look up but he sees a small smile, he knows he's done all right. She closes the computer; he'll never know what she was working on. She reaches for a cup of coffee.
"I never asked you to save me." Jack looks up from his coffee and stares at the women sitting in front of him. "I know Sam."
And suddenly it all seems to be okay.