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Dark
She shivered lightly against his body, as an evening breeze floated through the partially open window, her eyes fluttered open and quietly tore herself away from his sleeping form and climbed from the comfort of the bed.
She reached the window in a few sleepy steps, before pulling it closed she turned and laid her sleep hazed eyes on his sleeping body, travelling to his bare chest that earlier had been pressed against her own, etched with faint scars, the reminders and memories of a very bad day. Tearing away from the melancholy she changed her view to watch his sleeping face, taking in the dishevelled hair, the parted lips, so peaceful, so perfect, he was her everything.
Pulling the window tightly shut she returned to the bed and settled back against him, her hand tracing the raised scarred skin, fighting back the tears that tried to fall, shaking the image of tubes and bandages that had covered him all those months ago. She'd been so close to losing him, so close to never being able to touch him again.
And in the darkness she whispered three words softly into his skin, before drifting back to a distant slumber.
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