ah, another angst filled fic to brighten ones day ;)
coming up: m/s intimacy?
Rain fell on numb shoulders, soaking into the fresh mound of dirt that two collapsed knees called home.
Closely shaven hair caught solitary droplets from the sky as a head bent forward to press against stone. Cold winds whipped his coat into a frenzy, before two soft arms came from behind and wrapped him in warmth.
The woman who held him could not provide anything more.
She could not give him comfort, not on this night.
Sara kneeled in the mud covered grave of her lover's nephew, clinging to this man who had reached for his gun two seconds too late.
She knew she could not give comfort.
But her voice found her just the same.
"He doesn't blame you….and if he does, he WILL forgive you."
A shudder answered, before Michael raised his head to look at her. She knew, however, that the only person he could see at the time was the elder brother that stood broken in the mist far behind them.
"No. He will never forgive me."