A/N: Prompt #2: Hauntings
She would hold his hands tight in her own, willing the terrible nights to diminish with the force of her determination.
She would understand how it felt to feel alone and breathless in the middle of the night and all you would feel is emptiness and the dank color of black.
She would take care of the facts that things weren't ever going to be perfect, but no one would want it that way, anyway.
They say that the way Sandry held herself up is enough to quiet the scariest situation right in the face, and Briar couldn't agree more.