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it's marian!!!!!! there she is!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Ashlee and Henry Moment-

Nothing good ever came out of rainy, stormy nights like this,and most especially when the night terrors would come to her more frequently. October was dangerously close by and the girl could only brace herself for the demons that plagued her mind. So, when she awakened from a sea of blood, with the cold, dead hands dragging her down with them, she can't help but muffle her scream, a bead of cold sweat trickling down her forehead.

Unfortunately, though, this brought her boyfriend's attention, who didn't appear to be sleeping beside her, with the only light in his room being the moonlight that filtered in and a few blue and lavender candles, at her insistence.

After managing to hold back her scream so it wouldn't echo in the hallways, Clementine felt tears streaming down her cheeks before she realized it. Her breath hitched as she could feel his warm arms around her. In the darkness, she could barely see him, but the light of the the moon guided her vision. She stared at the boy sitting before her, realizing at that moment how embarrassed she felt. She must've looked so out of it, with the scars that littered her body underneath her clothes, her wild hair, with her only one leg. And perhaps for the first time ever, in his presence, she hadn’t even felt… pretty.

She realized that this was the first time he's ever seen her cry, yet he never teased her for it, never made any jokes nor shamed her.

Clementine slowly reaches out to touch the side of his neck and tenderly rubs the healing scar, a smile gracing her lips despite the tears. If he could keep fight despite all the odds, then so will she. They would fight together like they always have before. Her fingers weave through his auburn hair affectionately, as if to thank him for being there by her side.

Not a word needed to be spoken.

She leans in slowly, her lips brushing against his momentarily before she presses her lips to his.

She was letting him in where only a few other have been. This was the side of her heart where she’d hidden all that she’s ever feared, all that she’s ever lost, all the regrets she’s buried and all the memories she’s forgotten, all the nights where she’s cried so hard it left her breathless, overwhelmed with death, betrayal, abandonment and second guesses, when every step she took reminded her of a past mistake, when every smile she faked hid the pain she’d wish she could replace with something other than a burden.

She wraps her arms carefully around his neck with her fingers laced to crown his head as she kissed him sweetly. 

No more tears, no more fears or doubts or what-ifs, not for tonight. What mattered was what they had.

The Dayman AND The Nightman Cometh!!!!!