He scared her, when they first met. To be fair, it was easy to scare her then, when her nightmares bled into her waking hours and the darkness she'd just left behind still lingered in her pores. He was but a hulking shape in the darkness, intimidating, imposing.
It was funny; she'd never felt fear, until the night she answered a call at her door. She'd never been frightened before, and that was the lax reality of her life. Until she was dragged away and fear was the only thing that was ever certain. The one constant in her life.
But then he stepped out of the shadows, and his eyes were just as frightened as hers.
just a little memory drabble