Nothing had changed ( Read more... )

It came easy to her. Wiping the slate clean as she bundled up her meager belongings, forgetting everything from the weeks before, pushing it so far out of her mind that it might as well not have ever been there. She smiled just as brightly as always, just as carefree, and she went back to following him wherever he went, because following is what ( Read more... )

That first night, they'd cleaned her up. Gotten her stitches, just two, and then they'd let her stand under the hot shower spray until she was so weak her legs could hardly support her. Until her fingertips were pruned and her sinuses felt heavy and waterlogged. There was a big, fluffy towel waiting for her, and Mathias's quietly patient stare, and ( Read more... )

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