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Chapter Eleven

Matt grunted into consciousness, confused to be surrounded by an unfamiliar, yet somehow all too familiar warmth, a smile falling onto his face before he even opened his eyes. Memories of the previous night took over his mind, as he lightly squeezed the body of the woman in his arms.

He couldn't remember the last time he'd woken up with her like this, the once routine action suddenly ripped away from him all those months ago. But what he did know was that he would do everything in his power to wake up like this every morning. He'd spent far too many mornings without her, woken up too many times in a cold, empty bed. He never wanted to live like that again, not when he knew how it felt to have her within his grasp.

Their night together was everything he could've ever dreamed of, and somehow more. They'd taken their time getting used to one another, but it proved to be an easy transition, the two of them being together again. It was like no time had passed, everything falling into place as it always had with them.

Not that she had been anywhere close to his mind last night, but now that he had a moment to think about it, he realized that Naomi, nor anyone, could ever come close to this. No one could ever make him feel as alive as Gabby could, no one had ever come close. It was more than the intimacy, it was the quiet moments. It was how he felt right now, feeling more content than he ever had just by holding onto her. It was feeling safe, as her bare back was pressed to his chest. It was knowing that no matter what happened, they'd always find their way back to one another. No one would ever be able to compete with that, he never wanted to be in the position where someone had to. All he wanted was Gabby. And somehow, even after everything they'd gone through, he had her.

He felt her shiver within his hold, Matt looking to see her still sound asleep. With a grin on his face, he drew her deeper into his grip, pulling the comforter up slightly. He placed a soft kiss to her bare shoulder, his head falling blissfully back onto the pillow.

During the previous night's activities, they'd taken their time to get reacquainted with one another, but during that time, Matt also found more evidence of her attack. He didn't focus on it too much last night, wanting her mind to be far away from everything that happened. He wanted her to be able to enjoy herself and let go, so he chose not to focus too much on the scars blemishing her perfect body. But now, with her peacefully asleep beside him, he couldn't help but think of them.

He'd seen, and felt, scratches on different parts of her body, covering various parts of her arms, stomach, and back. As well as a more disturbing mark across her upper chest, which looked to be like someone had clawed across her skin. He'd seen the remains of what had to have been a gigantic bruise covering her left side, wrapping around her front and back. The most unsettling of the marks had to be the scratches covering her right thigh. He believed her when she said they didn't do that to her, but seeing the remains of what had been done to her, he couldn't help but think one of them at least tried.

If the scars told him anything, it was that she gave him the toned down version of events, whether it was for her benefit or his, he wasn't sure, but there were injuries she didn't tell him about. He wouldn't push her to talk about it, not if she didn't want to. But he couldn't stop himself from worrying. He could only imagine how much pain she'd been in, and seeing and feeling the full extent of her injuries made him sick.

But he didn't want to think about that, not right now. Not after he'd had a very relaxing night, getting the best sleep he'd had in months. Not when it felt like things were slowly starting to fall back into place. All he wanted to focus on was the woman asleep in his arms.

"You're thinking so loud." she mumbled. Okay, apparently she's not asleep. Matt smiled, lifting his head to rest on her shoulder, giving her waist a gentle squeeze.

"Good morning." He spoke happily, Gabby adjusting herself, moving to lie on her back so she could see him.

"What's on your mind?" She asked, her arm bending at the elbow as she rested it on the bed, her fingers coming up to run over his cheek.

"You." His grin widened when he spoke, Gabby raising her eyebrows. After how things had transpired last night, she was happy, of course she was, but he was downright giddy. "It's just… I never thought this would happen again, waking up next to you."

A frown formed on her lips at his words, that all too familiar guilt filling her body, but he shook his head, kissing away the pout she wore. "None of that." He whispered, giving her another quick kiss. "I just missed this, that's all. But now I don't have to." He gave her another smile, her hand moving to the base of his neck, playing with the short hair she found there.

He could still feel the apprehension rolling off her, and he wished it wasn't there. But he'd be lying if he said he had none himself. The pain of their split was all too fresh, and neither one of them wanted to go through that again. But Matt would fight like hell to make sure they never had to. He was sure that if they could manage to learn from their mistakes in the past, they'd be okay.

"What's going on in there?" He asked softly as he gently tapped against her temple, noticing how she'd gone quiet. The silence stayed for a few moments, before she finally spoke up.

"We're gonna be okay, right?" She was nervous, having to force herself to maintain eye contact with him. "I mean, you said last night you needed to know I'm not going anywhere, and I'm not, but this… this wasn't just sex, was it? If it was, please tell me now so I can-"

He cut her off with a searing kiss, feeling some of the anxiety leave her body while his lips were on hers. Pulling back, his ran his hand over her forehead, pushing back some of the stray hair covering her face. "Nothing between us could ever be 'just sex', Gabby." He was hoping to stave off her fears, but seeing the look on her face, he knew he hadn't. Looking at the worry covering her features, he knew she was just as afraid as he was.

"I'm scared, Matt." She whispered, emotion evident in her voice. "I know we love each other, that's never been the problem between us. But love wasn't enough last time." She kept her voice low, afraid of her own words. "I know I want this, I want us to make it. But I don't want to hurt you again."

Taking a deep breath, Matt gave himself a second to gather his thoughts. He understood why she was scared, because he was too. Things never seemed to be easy for them, and they'd experienced so much heartache together, but he liked to think they could grow from it. And above all else, he knew she was worth it. He'd rather get hurt by her a thousand times than ever have to live without her again. So that's what he told her.

"I don't know what's gonna happen, Gabby. I can't promise I won't hurt you, or that you won't hurt me. I want to promise it won't happen, but knowing us and how stubborn we are, I can't." He spoke lightly, hoping to put a small smile on her face. Thankfully it worked. "I'm scared too. But this, us, is worth a little heartache. I know we have a lot to talk about, a lot to work out. But I want us to work it out, I want us to make it too. I don't want to go another day without you." He told her, watching her nod slowly. "I can't promise things won't get hard, but remember when I told you that whatever the future brings, we'll face it together?" She smiled at the memory of them sitting in the firehouse, him holding her close as he spoke those words. It felt like a lifetime ago, and in some ways, she guessed it was.

"I do." She confirmed.

"That's still true. I want to be with you, Gabby. I want us to be together for the rest of our lives. That is what I can promise you."

"I want that too." She whispered, using her leverage to pull his face down to meet hers, their lips connecting in a fiery kiss. When they eventually pulled back, Gabby kept her eyes closed, feeling Matt's face near inches away from hers.

"I love you." She spoke quietly, opening her eyes just in time to see the wide smile grace his lips, his eyes crinkling in happiness. Leaning down, he captured her in another heated kiss, the passion building between them as he rolled on top of her, his own body covering hers completely.

"I love you too." The words came out in a whisper, Matt steading his breathing as he rested his forehead against hers. "I swear, we'll be okay." Those words were exactly what she needed to hear, tears brimming in her eyes as he smiled up at him.

Their lips found each other's once more, as Gabby's hands slid down his back underneath the bed sheet, Matt's hands roaming her body as the sunlight streamed in through the curtains.

While they couldn't get back all the time they'd lost, they could at least make up for it.

Pulling up outside the district in his loved blue truck, Matt glanced over to Gabby as he put the vehicle in park. She'd been kind of quiet this morning. During the time they'd gotten out of bed, gotten cleaned up, and had some breakfast, she hadn't said much. He knew she was probably feeling some anxiety, knowing she'd have to relive the entire thing again. But all he could do was be there for her, which he had every intention of doing.

"You ready?"

Her eyes peeled from the building in front of them, turning to face Matt in the driver's seat. She gave him a small smile, following up the action with an assuring nod.

"Yeah."

The two climbed from the truck, Matt locking it and coming around to meet her on the sidewalk. Once the two started walking, he reaching for her hand, which she willingly gave, as they made their way into the building.

When they got into the lobby, it suddenly felt like a hundred pairs of eyes were on her. Everyone had seemingly stopped what they were doing, some looking at her with pity, some with a supportive smile, and some simply in shock. She guessed she shouldn't be surprised, that everyone here knew what had happened, or at least knew she'd been in trouble.

Needless to say, word spread fast around the district about 'Detective Dawson's little sister' being missing. Even though Intelligence did what they could to be discreet, the second half of the unit went to Puerto Rico, word got out fast.

But it seemed as if as suddenly as the looks and gazes had started, they were gone, everyone going back to what they were doing, Matt giving her hand a squeeze.

"There's young Dawson." Trudy Platt said from her desk, her tone light. Gabby took a deep breath, giving the woman an appreciative smile as she started walking towards her, Matt in tow.

"Hey Trudy, is Antonio here?"

"He should be." She spoke, giving her another light smile. But Gabby saw the look that flashed in her eyes. The look she desperately didn't want, but knew she'd be on the receiving end of countless times in the upcoming weeks. The look of pity, as Trudy's eyes flickered up to the gash on her forehead, before meeting Gabby's eyes again. "I can buzz you two up."

"Thanks." Gabby spoke, giving her another smile before heading towards the stairs, Matt remaining a strong presence beside her. He hadn't said much, but she didn't need him to. Just him being here gave her strength. They went through the gate, Matt pulling it closed behind them, before ascending the rest of the way.

It was surprisingly quiet as they made their way to the bullpen, seeing everyone sitting at their desks, no one noticing their presence quite yet. Matt had kept his hold on her hand, as Gabby took a few steps into the large room.

Upton was the first to look up, Gabby surprised to see the woman simply smile at her. There was no look of remorse, no look of pity, she just looked at her like she was Gabby, which she appreciated more than she could say. "Antonio…" Hailey spoke lightly, the older detective looking at the blonde who then nodded towards Gabby.

"Hey sis." He said with a smile, pushing himself up from his desk, gaining the attention of everyone else in the unit. She caught a few of their smiles before Antonio got to her, Matt dropping her hand as Antonio wrapped his arms around her.

"How you feeling?" He asked quietly, rubbing over her back a few times before they disconnected.

"I'm alright."

Antonio eyed her for a moment, decidedly accepting her answer before turning his attention to Matt. "Hey man." He greeted, shaking Matt's hand.

"Hey Antonio."

"So, Gabs you ready to do this?" Releasing a sigh, she nodded, Antonio starting the path towards the break room, Gabby and Matt following. He stopped by his desk, reaching for a folder, before continuing. As they walked, Gabby felt the eyes of everyone on her, and she wasn't sure what to say to them. She was aware they knew more than most of what had happened to her, and she wanted to say a thank you for their help, but she didn't know how to express it.

When they got to the entrance of the break room, Gabby let Antonio walk in first, stopping herself before her and Matt could enter. "Are you good to wait out here?" She asked him, immediately being met by a look of confusion coming from Matt. He tried to mask it, but she saw it.

"Uh, sure. If that's what you want, yeah." He gave her a small smile, hoping it looked reassuring. But he was sure it didn't.

"This won't take too long." She assured him, giving him a quick kiss on his cheek.

Antonio, having heard the exchange, turned his attention to Matt. "You can wait at my desk, Casey. Just don't get into anything."

Nodding, he walked away from the door, ignoring the glances from everyone as he made his way to Antonio's desk, hearing the break room door shut behind him.

"You don't want him in here?" Antonio asked once the door had been closed, Gabby coming over to meet him at the table.

Shrugging, Gabby sat down. "He's already heard what happened, I don't want him to have to hear it again."

He furrowed his eyebrows at her words. "But you and I both know he'd sit through it again, if you need him."

"Quit reading into this Antonio." She was met with an unimpressed look from her brother. "He's already blaming himself enough, and him hearing every single thing that happened to me, that wouldn't help anyone."

"I thought you said you told him everything-"

"I did." Gabby bit out, frustrated by her brother's line of questioning. "I told him the basics. He knows everything that happened, he just doesn't know all the details. Him knowing everything would only make him feel more guilty, and I don't want that for him."

"Did he tell you that?"

"He didn't have to, I can see it every time anything is mentioned about Puerto Rico. Or anytime he sees any scar or scratch. He's blaming himself for this and I wish he wouldn't."

Giving her a slight nod, he decided to change the course of their discussion for a moment. "Speaking of Casey, you too seem awful close."

She narrowed her eyes, crossing her arms over her chest. "And?"

"And… you just got back, and after everything that happened, are you sure it's the best idea to just jump back into a relationship with him?"

"He was my husband Antonio, he's not just some guy. I'm not jumping into anything." She snapped at him, Antonio putting his hands up in defense.

"Look, I know better than to try and tell you what to do. I just want you to be sure. A lot of things have happened since you've been gone, and I don't want you winding up hurt again." Gabby knew what he was talking about, figuring Antonio probably just wasn't sure if she herself knew.

"If you're talking about Naomi, we talked about that."

"...And?"

"It's fine."

"Come on, Gabby." He scoffed, clearly not believing her.

"I'm not mad at him Antonio. I can't be. Obviously, I wish he handled things differently, but I don't blame him." She watched her brother closely, trying to gauge his reaction, hoping he believed her. "Him and I are okay. I know you're worried about me, but I came home because this is where I want to be. I want to be here, with Matt. I know we hurt each other, we've handled things poorly in the past, but neither of us want to go through that again. We love each other, Antonio."

"I know you do. And no matter what I thought before, I know Matt never stopped loving you. I saw it. I just don't want to see you hurt again. But I trust you, and Matt, most of the time." His comment was met with an eye roll from his baby sister, but he didn't care that she was annoyed with him. He was just grateful she was here.

"But can I say something?" He asked her, Gabby sighing.

"You will anyway, what is it?"

"You say you two don't want to go through the pain you did before, and fall back into those same habits." She nodded, waiting to see where he was going with this. "I know you think you're sparing Matt, by keeping some details of what happened from him, but that's exactly the thing that's caused problems in the past with you two." He gave her a second to think over his words before continuing. "I know you're doing it with good intentions, but keeping things from each other, that never ends well. So if his feelings in all this are the only thing keeping you from having him in here, you might want to think about going to get him."

Matt sat quietly at Antonio's desk, leaning back in his chair as his eyes glanced around the room. He tried to keep from looking over towards the break room, somehow feeling like it was an invasion of Gabby's privacy. She didn't want him in there for a reason, something he was desperately trying to not read too much into, so he tried to keep his focus elsewhere.

As he sat under the harsh fluorescent lights, he felt the headache that had been nagging him for nearly two days creeping back into the base of his skull. He'd been having them off and on since the explosion, but they usually didn't last too long. Deep down, he knew it was probably something he should get checked out, but Gabby was his main priority right now. A little headache was nothing compared to what she'd been through.

"Uh," he cleared his throat, gaining the attention of the room. "Does anyone have any aspirin?"

He saw Burgess open her desk drawer, watching as she pulled out a small white packet of pills. "Here you go." She tossed it to him, Matt nodding at her appreciatively.

"Thanks Kim."

"You alright over there, Casey?" Jay asked, watching the man rip open the individual packet, tossing the medication into his mouth and swallowing it.

"I'm good. Just still a little sore from a call last shift." He figured that would be the best way to explain it, and it technically was the truth. He was met with a nod, before the team started going back to work.

"Matt?" Looking over, Matt saw Gabby standing in the now open doorway to the break room, her waving him over. He hadn't even heard the door open. He was sure she wasn't done yet, they'd been here all of ten minutes, but he answered her action by quickly standing up, ignoring the dizziness he felt from the sudden movement, walking over to the doorway.

"You okay?" Concern was laced in his voice, but his question was met with a small smile.

"I'm good. Can you sit in here with me while I do this?"

He wasn't sure what had caused her to now want him with her, but he wasn't complaining. "Of course." He smiled, letting her lead him into the room. The two walked to the table, sitting down next to each other, Antonio ready and waiting to start.

"So, uh, how do I start this?" Matt could tell she was anxious, but he knew this was the last time she'd have to explain this from start to finish.

"Just start with the issues leading up to the accident at the work site, and we'll go from there." Antonio spoke calmly, Gabby feeling her nerves lessen slightly. Her head turned to face Matt, and she was met with a strong smile, her body relaxing as their eyes met. Reaching for his hand, she gained strength through his presence, as she began telling the story.

Matt sat in a stoic silence as she ran through every single detail she remembered from the events leading up to the invasion. At first she was doing okay, having no trouble going through the events that had happened, and she even seemed fine explaining the day she'd been hit.

But he could feel her beginning to falter when she she started talking about the night of the attack. She was tense, he could hear the emotion in her voice and it broke his heart. He listened intently as he heard her talk about their phone call, then the noises she was hearing outside. How they'd barged their way in, and destroyed the place. He tried not to focus too long on the new details he was hearing about that night, of what exactly had been done to her. How they'd thrown her to the ground, kicking her in the stomach, grabbing her by the hair and using it to hold her to the ground. How they'd clawed at the skin on her arms, stomach, and back. How'd they'd thrown her into the coffee table, the glass from that causing some of the deeper scars she had on her body. How the scratch marks that Matt saw across her chest came from them yanking the necklace forcefully from around her neck, a chain that was holding her wedding ring.

Matt had shifted uncomfortably in his seat when he found out that last part, doing his best to stay strong beside her, but hearing all of this at once was overwhelming. In the back of his mind, he'd wondered about how she knew they'd taken her wedding ring, since she told him she'd been in the living room while they ransacked the place. But now, hearing she'd been wearing it, how she had kept it so close to her even after all these months, it only made him feel worse. All he'd been focused on until recently was trying to forget about her, while here she was, seemingly doing all she could to hold onto what they had. The feeling made his stomach sink.

The part he'd been most be afraid of hearing was how she'd gotten those scratches on her thigh, and his worries came to light when he heard her explain how one of them had tried to assault her, how he'd tried to get her clothes off, but she fought him off. Then one of the others had come in, stopping him from going that far, saying they 'weren't here for that'.

Matt tried his hardest to keep his emotions in check, but hearing the exact details of what she'd been through, seeing the slow tears rolling down her cheeks, and feeling her body trembling at his side, he couldn't stop the tears from filling his eyes, or stop one from escaping down his cheek. He hated knowing she'd gone through so much pain, knowing how scared and alone she felt.

Gabby had paused momentarily to gather herself, Antonio leaning across the table and rubbing a comforting hand up and down her arm. Looking over, she saw the emotions displayed prominently across Matt's face. The moment their eyes locked, more tears fell down his face despite his best efforts to stop them. She squeezed his hand tighter, Matt's free hand coming up to wipe the tears away. "I'm okay, Matt." She spoke quietly, more tears escaping her own eyes from seeing him so upset. He didn't reply verbally, but instead he nodded, leaning forward and wrapping her up in a hug. She reciprocated the action, feeling warmth and comfort spread through her body as he held her tightly. "I'm okay." She whispered against his neck, feeling Matt place a soft kiss to the side of her head.

"I know."

While Gabby finished giving her statement, walking Antonio through everything about where she'd been, Matt kept his arm around her shoulders, effectively holding her close to him, while his other hand remained intertwined with hers in her lap. As he sat there listening to her, he found himself feeling a little better, now that he knew exactly what had happened. As awful as it was, at least there was no more room for his imagination to run wild. He'd known when she first told him yesterday about what had happened, she'd given him the bare minimum. So to hear the exact details, somehow that made him feel a little bit better. Because at least now he could stop worrying she was keeping things from him, for his benefit. He didn't have to worry there was more to what happened than what she led on. Now that he knew the whole story, he felt better equipped to help her through this, to help get them both through this.

"Alright, Gabs, I need to know what you want to do here." Antonio spoke once he'd finished writing. "I'm gonna send this to the local police, they'll file it and see what they can do. Are you wanting to press charges?" He asked quietly, Gabby biting her bottom lip nervously.

"Would I have to go back there?"

"Yeah, you would."

Sighing deeply, Gabby looked up at Matt, finding his eyes already on her. She was desperately searching his gaze for the right answer, for what she should do.

"This is up to you, Gabby." He spoke, as if he was able to hear her thoughts. "Whatever you decide, I'm there every step of the way." Blinking back tears, she nodded, turning her attention back to her brother.

"I can't go back there." Her voice was broken, the words coming out barely above a whisper. She felt Matt's grip around her shoulders tighten, pulling her deeper within his grasp.

"Okay, you don't have to." Antonio responded immediately. "No one's gonna make you go back there, alright?" He soothed, both men seeing her body instantly relax. "But… that does mean that unless they get a confession, there's not much they can do." He explained, Gabby's eyes falling to the ground.

"I know… and I know this probably isn't the right thing to do, but I can't. I can't do it-" she sucked in a deep breath, feeling herself getting worked up.

"Hey, hey, look at me." Matt spoke instantly, pulling back from their embrace so he could see her. He waited until their eyes met before continuing. "There's no right or wrong thing to do here. The only thing that matters is what's best for you, okay?" He promised, Gabby nodding slowly.

Taking a slow, steady breath, she looked back towards her brother. "Send them the report. If they can get a confession, great. If not… Then I'm sorry. But I won't go back there."

"Alright. I'm gonna go get these typed up and sent out." Antonio spoke as he stood up, placing a kiss to the top of her head as he walked by. "Take all the time you need, but I'm done with ya, sis." He told her, rubbing her shoulder. She put her hand on top of his, as she felt him squeeze her shoulder softly.

"Thanks Antonio." She whispered, and he gave her a smile.

"No thanks necessary." After giving her another kiss, he left the room, shutting the door behind him, closing Matt and Gabby off from the rest of the world.

Once they were alone, Matt focused his attention back solely on Gabby, watching her intently as she was fidgeting in her seat. When she finally looked up at him, she found him watching her with a small smile.

"I'm so proud of you." He spoke, warmth filling him when he saw a smile fall onto her face. She leaned forward, letting him pull her into his arms, needing nothing more in this moment than him.

He held her close, rubbing up and down her back, occasionally placing kisses to her forehead.

After a few minutes, he'd noticed her body had become much more relaxed than it had been moments prior. "You ready to get outta here?" Matt asked quietly, feeling her grip on him slack slightly, Gabby pulling back out of his embrace.

"Yeah, I am. Let's go home." A wide smile broke out onto his face at her words, Matt nodding in agreement as he stood up, holding out his hand for her to grasp onto. She held on tightly, letting him guide her up and towards the door.

When they got out into the bullpen, they stopped momentarily at Antonio's desk, Gabby saying a quick goodbye to her brother. "Oh, I almost forgot. The police department there is done with your stuff from your apartment, they wanna know what to do with it."

Gabby spared a quick glance at Matt, who simply smiled. "Have them send it to the apartment." He responded. Antonio looked to Gabby quickly, searching for affirmation from her, which she gave instantly.

"Okay, I'll tell them. I'll come see you tomorrow, alright?"

"Sounds good, Antonio."

Gabby followed Matt into the apartment, her body shivering slightly as she transitioned from the cold evening air to the warmth the safety of their home gave them. Matt latched the lock on the door, turning to face Gabby who was standing near the island in the kitchen.

"You hungry?" He asked her, taking small steps towards her, ending up by her side.

"Not really, just tired." She shrugged, Matt's hand finding the small of her back. He'd seen how tired she was all day, their afternoon spent at the district draining her physically and emotionally. Her eyes were tired and her movements were sluggish, and he was sure all she really wanted was to go to bed.

The two stood in the comfortable silence around them for a few moments, Gabby's head lulling to the side in contentment from Matt's hand moving softly along her back.

"When do you work again?" She whispered, neither of them having mentioned work aside from his accident.

"Well, shift's tomorrow but I'm still on my leave. I'm not sure, really." He spoke quietly, leaning and resting his elbow down on the island. "It'll just depend, I'll probably take it day by day." Her eyes opened as she looked to him. "You're back, so that's one less thing distracting me from the job, but we've still got a lot of things to figure out, things to work through. And until we're all good, I don't know if me working is the best idea." He murmured, seeing her nod apprehensively, both of them knowing they had some hard conversations ahead.

"But none of that tonight," He assured her, seeing her release a soft breath. Clearly she wasn't up for a long talk tonight either. "I'd say all we should do right now is get something to eat, and maybe watch some football." She scoffed lightly at the idea, moving her hand to brush over his face.

"You sure that's how you want to spend tonight?" She challenged, raising her eyebrows. That got his attention, as he lifted his head up, eyeing her with a hint of excitement in his eyes.

"Depends, what do you have in mind?"

"You'll just have to come with me and find out." She spoke, reaching for his hand before walking towards the bedroom.

And here's another one. I hope you all enjoyed this. It's been so fun getting to write sweet Dawsey, because I miss it so much.

I know there's still a lot of conversations Matt and Gabby need to have, but I didn't want to rush it (especially now that I've decided to keep this story going). And seeing as how a lot of the things they need to work out are heavy topics, I don't think it's something they'd sit down and hash out all at once. But those conversations with definitely be coming soon, gotta have some pain to even out the fluff, right?

Thanks again for all the love and support you all have given this story. I know I say it often, but it's still crazy to me how many of you like it. To everyone who's read this story, favorited it, left a review, etc., from the bottom of my heart, thank you.