[ She is soaked and shivering. She feels badly for it. Rather than the warmth and comfort she's come to associate with him, he'll be wet and uncomfortable, too, but she can't bring herself to pull away. She just quietly buries her face into chest, feeling it rise and fall.
She can't even cry, even though she wants to. She doesn't want to be alone.
But maybe she needs it, to process everything that happened. ]
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She can't even cry, even though she wants to. She doesn't want to be alone.
But maybe she needs it, to process everything that happened. ]