09-08-2018, 11:58 PM
Relief washed her like cool water when Marcus approached. He was well, for that she breathed easier, but also that it signaled the end of this terrible night. She knew she should have stayed in the apartment, blankets snuggled to the chin, book in her lap.
"Yes, I am okay," she answered and clamped her hand upon his. "You were the one--" she stopped herself, searching the globes of his eyes to prove to herself he was okay. The screams and terror would not soon be forgotten.
No objections deflected the offer. She was all the ready to be out of the building. Her mind spun with the impossible made possible, but she needed a hot shower to think on the significance (she did all her best thinking in the shower).
Their escape was a whirl. She gripped his hand the whole way home with a strange mix of anchoring and protectiveness.
"Yes, I am okay," she answered and clamped her hand upon his. "You were the one--" she stopped herself, searching the globes of his eyes to prove to herself he was okay. The screams and terror would not soon be forgotten.
No objections deflected the offer. She was all the ready to be out of the building. Her mind spun with the impossible made possible, but she needed a hot shower to think on the significance (she did all her best thinking in the shower).
Their escape was a whirl. She gripped his hand the whole way home with a strange mix of anchoring and protectiveness.