Tip the Scales


"Just give me two weeks. That's all I'm asking."

"Alright, two weeks."

She closed her eyes and tried to relax. Almost two weeks. She'd woken up almost two weeks, painted with bruises and covered in cuts and scrapes. Her sister was crying over her hospital bed and a little boy with dirty blonde hair was watching her carefully.

She couldn't remember anything. Where she was, how she'd gotten there.

It took 2 days for it all to sink in again and since then she'd wished it hadn't.

Every time she closed her eyes all she saw were flashes of people dying, her hands covered in blood and him. Him so close to her it ached and felt good.

Now her eyes slid open again, unable to bear the images for longer than a few moments.

Her sister was so relieved to have her turn up after almost 7 years that she didn't notice her little sister wasn't sleeping.

She watched him run around the park, strong legs cutting through the fake grass and feet displaced when he tried to run through the sand. This just made it worse.

Now she'd had to add this scene to her nightmares; this little golden boy running through the jungle with her.

She needed to find him. He was the only one who could make it better. She didn't even know where to start looking, if she even had the strength.

She loved him so much. The thought of him; she could almost smell him, feel his skin and muscles against her own. She could picture those dimples and that grin and that damned wonderful southern drawl.

Just give me two weeks. That's all I'm asking.

Alright, two weeks.

Those weeks turned into months, months into years, and now she wished she had forever.

She turned her head she the little boy tried to move around her stealthily, and she didn't have the heart to put too much thought into the fact nobody would be able to sneak up on her again.

There was someone dark by the tree behind them, several metres away, but she didn't notice much else; all she noticed were the vague now, she didn't want the detail.

Except her sister, she thought, the man forgotten, her sister she studied in detail every chance she got; the freckle, the scar, the colour of her eyes, her smile, everything.

And you would stay with me forever if I let you, and that is why I will always love you.

Her heart broke that much more, if it was possible, and tracked the little boy as he darted back into the sand, diving around for his shovel and pail. Her sister was laughing and calling to him from next to her.

Something tugged her mind, her memory. She turned her head back to the tree, looking at it directly, just in time to see a man with shaggy, dirty blonde hair slump into a car.


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