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Oh, love, I've had enough of you tonight.
The Artist by The Hush Sound
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He was suffocating, smothering. Lungs were not able to draw in an ample supply of air so that he could function normally. Body could not transport enough oxygen to his brain to control his thinking, to make him rational. To tell him to stop before he shoved her away, yelled at her, stormed from the room...
He heard Robin dimly through the door, sobbing softly, calling his name, apologizing repeatedly, but he was breathing easily now, and it felt good. She was always there, day after day, night after night, leaning on him, depending on him for safety, for survival, and he was so tired. Her questions wore on him – When are we leaving Japan, Amon? Where are we going next, Amon? He had no idea, but she didn't care – she expected him to know everything, to be her protector, her savior, her keeper, her warden, her lover... He was all these things, but now...he just couldn't take it.
Amon leaned against the door, taking deep breaths, listening as her sobs turned to hiccups and then to silence. Pressing an ear to the door he checked for her breathing – soft and even. He sighed in relief before slipping back inside.