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Prompt No. 036: Tight
Characters: Eragon, Arya
Word Count: 100
She comes to him during the night, smelling of flowers and blood, and holds him.
You're dead. He tells her. I buried you.
I know. Her green eyes are gentle. I know.
After a time, he stops resisting. She brings back happiness and memories, and he needs her so bad it hurts.
So at night, when she comes, he stands waiting by the door, and he folds her in his arms and murmurs into her hair.
Are you really here? He asks, and wants her to say yes.
A sad smile. Hold me. Hold me tightly.
And he holds her, and doesn't let go.