10. Virgil + headboard. Warning: M for non-explicit sexual content.
The top of his head is hitting the headboard, a rhythmic tattoo. But he can't stop. He won't stop. Because he needs this. He needs to forget the terror and the trauma and the thousand hurts that pierce his skin like knives.
He knows she needs it too. He knows she's suffered. He feels her trauma. And this oneness, this sense of being together, wrapped in each other's arms and drowning in each other's sweat – there's something life preserving about it.
It's not just the feeling. It's not just the sensation. It's the reality that for these few moments, for this time, they're just together – and in the dark abyss of night, that's all that really matters.