Second Certainty

She slammed her way into the mansion and stood sobbing against the door. Always took so much to make her cry. But this...


It stabbed her in the gut and she couldn't see for the tears, and when she felt his arms around her, she fought him hard, struggling, until she recognized him and let herself cry against his chest until that feeling finally let go. He just held on to her, stroking her hair, until she quieted and pulled away.

She stood there, flushed with embarrassment. She hated to be weak, not in front of anybody. Even him.

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