A/N - I've added a little bit extra to Agony, if you're interested - but it's not imperative to check out.
Ameliorate, v
I stopped engaging in fights and provoking them. It was difficult and I failed a couple of times, but you were always there to fix me.
Sometimes the frustration was still so raw that I wanted to quietly tell you that I hadn't lost, that the other person had come off slightly worse or that we were stopped before any real damage could be done or that I was restrained by the others without any way to defend myself. Maybe that would've made it worse - maybe it was better that I never did, but maybe I should've.
But it didn't matter: you were always there to fix me.
There to reset the broken nose; to hand me the frozen peas or steak; to clean the blood and to kiss the bruises and to remind me that I was loved, that I could be loved.
There, next to me, holding my hand and digging your nails into my skin to provide a distraction from the taunts on the street; there you were tugging me along with you, away from those that wanted a fight, and talking idly about something new or something that you've mentioned a hundred times providing me with something to concentrate on; kissing me in front of everyone. There, always hovering near me, listening, when we were outside together – always taking us outside and not letting their hatred stop us from living - and strolling back when there looked like trouble. There, letting me handle my own fights, but stepping in when it was getting too far.
Sometimes you were the best thing that could've happened.
