Chapter 4: Escape
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A/N: HAPPY VALENTINES DAY!!
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Mitchie had lied.
It was really only a half lie.
But a lie nonetheless.
She had claimed she was his wife.
And they believed it.
Maybe it had something to do with how pathetic she looked.
Or her tears running down her face mixing in with her devastation.
She ignored all her calls from Peter.
Not that he cared where she was anyway.
She just sat there.
Hoping.
Waiting.
Crying, begging for him to be okay.
She avoided touching him though.
She only touched him once.
And it was an accident.
But it hadnt ended well.
She had accidently bumped into him.
But it was warm.
Soft.
Like it always was with Shane.
But it shouldnt have felt like that.
He was practically dead.
His whole abdomen was bruised.
Blood sitting in one bag being drained.
And another putting it in.
It was a horrific site.
But she had never felt that with Peter.
But she shouldnt have felt it with Shane.
He was lying here.
Suffering from the effects of internal bleeding.
From an unknown cause.
And she felt a warm, soft touch from him.
He was unconcious!
It was insane.
It wasnt normal.
Or maybe.
It was just the fact she still had feelings for him.
But of course she wouldnt admit that.
She didnt even know it herself.
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She had her head buried between her knees.
She was thinking.
Simply thinking.
Remembering.
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Shane softly brushed a piece of hair out of her face.
He smiled at her.
She smiled back.
In a time before she felt the nagging feeling of lying to him.
Knowing that he wasnt doing it to her.
It was a day when everything had still been perfect.
Wonderful.
Amazing.
Sweet.
He softly ran his hand along her arm.
Barely touching her.
Causing a light sensation to spread through her body.
She squirmed a bit at the feeling.
He laughed a bit.
A laugh that wasnt broken.
Sorry.
Distraught.
Begging for her not to get up and leave.
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Shane stared at her.
He only faintly could make out who it was.
Her hands.
Her hair.
It was all her.
He remembered kissing those beautiful, once thin dainty fingers.
He remembered once getting to feel that now stringy hair.
She was so different.
He stared at her.
She looked up and stared at him.
She softly ran her left hand through her hair.
He saw the glittering stone sitting there.
And the shining band.
He felt despair sinking into the depths of his being.
He closed his eyes and tried to forget it.
And drifted away.
Away from the world he wish he could escape.