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Antigone (thehighestlaw) wrote in nevermore_logs,

Seeing him sitting like that with his hands over his face, admitting out loud he was scared, made her want to reach out and touch his arm. She could imagine though, too clearly, that surprising him with a touch might end in him lashing out in shock. She tried to speak instead. Yeah, the word stuck in her throat. Really, really don't like it.

Fuck she wanted to beat at those doors with her bare hands, as if her fingers stood a chance at cracking them open. She clenched them both into fists. Breathed. Splayed her fingers and curled them up again, watching him.

"It's not dark," she whispered, cleared her throat, and repeated in a slightly stronger voice. "It's not dark. My phone has a good charge on it. This is temporary."

Everything was, though. Even being buried alive had been, in a way, temporary.