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A/N: I needed to write a little something for her and I was thinking about this last night so, here is a little blurb for boyfriend.
It was their second night in the house. It was quiet, almost too quiet, the way it was on the road. The living room was filled with gentle breathing. The air was so full of life that Ophelia almost couldnât take it. Her cheek pressed against Taraâs chest, she could hear her gentle heartbeat. Ophelia slept there every night. Every night since they had picked her up, saved her life. There was very nearly a dent in Taraâs shoulder just for her head. Even before everything happened, she new no comfort like this. She felt guilty to admit it, even silently to herself. She didnât even know she could like women before. Now Tara consumed her every waking moment, they didnât spend time apart. They couldn't afford it.
That first night, they had slept on the side of the road, Ophelia couldnât sleep. Every time she drifted out of conscience she startled awake again. Tara noticed the little jolt of wakefulness. She was on watch, sat against an old truck. Slowly she creeped over, shaking Opheliaâs shoulder. Ophelia was a mess, dirty hair, ripped clothes. Sheâd barely spoken a word, but if Tara hadenât done anything they would have left her behind. She couldnât let that happen.
âCanât sleep?â She had asked. Ophelia shook her head, keeping her eyes on the ground. That night they spoke, in hoarse whispers, about nothing. What they liked, what they missed. Tara had stayed up, letting Ophelia rest on her chest, an arm around her. A strange girl she hardly new. Glen hadenât said anything when he took his watch, but they exchanged a look. Tara hadenât moved. They stayed like that till morning.
Ophelia gazed about the room, the high ceiling, the bodies all lumped together.
âCanât sleep?â Tara whispered, bringing a hand up to stroke the back of Opheliaâs head. Her fingers tangled in her curls. Ophelia shook her head, clutching at Taraâs shirt. âYeah. Itâs too quiet.â Tara sighed. âI donât like not having my gun.â
âTar,â
âYeah?â
âIâm scared.â
Tara took a breath, pressing a kiss to Opheliaâs temple. âI know. Itâs weird here, but I have a good feeling, I want this. For us. This could be a good place, a home even.â
âI donât just mean that.â
âOh,â Tara frowned.
âI mean, Iâm always afraid. I canât remember a time I wasnât afraid. Even before. Tara, you were built for this, and- and I wasnât.â Tara swallowed painfully, her grip tightening around her. âI donât know how long Iâll last but,â Ophelia sniffled, âIâm scared.â
âI know. Iâm going to keep you safe. No matter what, Ophelia. Youâre the only thing I care about in this whole shitty world. I promise you. I wonât leave you. Iâm not losing anyone else.â Tara grabbed the sleeve of Opheliaâs shirt, âSee this? This shirt you took from me? Thatâs a sign. That means youâre my girl. Youâre under my protection. Not even walkerâs can step on my territory.â
Ophelia could hear the smile in Taraâs voice, even if it was too dark to see. She giggled, the pressure in her stomach loosening ever so slightly.
âYouâre stronger than you think. A pretty tough chick, actually. Iâve seen what you can do with a handgun. Youâll be okay. Even if you have funky brain chemicals.â Tara poked her head. âYouâll be okay.â Even as she said it with as much conviction as she could muster, she couldnât be entirely certain. Sheâd lost people before, the ache of her sister, her niece. Sheâd trusted the wrong person and that had gotten them killed. They were in as safe of hands as they could be now, she knew that, but she could only trust herself to protect who she loves. She hated that; they were behind walls now, they had shelter, warm showers, food, and dozens of people. It had to be okay. She would make it okay, no matter the cost.