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TO HOLD HER IN HIS ARMS LIKE THIS; it felt… warm— it felt real. a wave of comfort washed over him, as if he had been praying for the rain all this time. it soothed his nerves, allayed his fears, and told him it was all going to be okay. he was… relieved, for the first time in a long time. he’d forgotten what it felt like, to be at ease, even if it were only for a moment. he knows he’s left hell back home, but for now, he just wanted this… he needed it.
❝ … i— ❞ the words were like lead to his tongue. sal doesn’t know how to speak worth a damn in that moment— for fear of stumbling over his words, saying the wrong thing… but he had to let her know somehow, how much this meant to him.
❝ … i didn’t think i’d get to see you again. ❞ maybe that sounds a little too pessimistic, but things of late hadn’t exactly given him an excuse otherwise.
he chastises himself, but he doesn’t let go. he was afraid that if he did… she would disappear again.
– [ ♠ ] ; She can’t... Really remember the last time she was held; not like this. Of course, her sister would always give her hugs but never quite like this; never as if she had been afraid to let her go. Sal’s embrace, though firm, is not tight enough to be uncomfortable. Rather, it lets the blonde know of the other’s worries and hesitation, even before he says anything about it.
But... It’s nice, she thinks. It’s nice to hold someone close like this; someone so dear.
❝ … Yeah... ❞ is all she can find herself mumbling, soon tightening her grip to grab at the back of Sal’s shirt.
❝ … But I’m here now... And you are, too. We’re... Together again, ❞















