after thisHe'd been doing well, so damn well. It had been weeks since he'd had one of those dreams - nightmares really. Weeks since he'd seen the camps, those hollow sunken cheeks and those eyes - it was the eyes that got him. The way they'd barely looked human, some of them ( Read more... )

He'd been angry when he'd gotten back to the room. Angry and hurt, sick of getting pushed away, every damn time. Oh, sure, there was always a reason, but to Babe, that didn't matter. There would always be a reason, wouldn't there ( Read more... )