Out of the Woods
He didn't remember when he was taken, or where he was from. He didn't know how long he'd been here, or how much longer he would remain.
All he knew was that the girls and boys with him hailed him as their leader, and he would not fail them. Harp would find a way to free them from this life they lived.
For a life trapped within a mine, beholden to a woman they called mother but shared no blood with, could not be all that was meant for them!
He would not allow it.
His eyes opened at my voice, the green eyes I loved hazed over in white, shining brighter than I’d ever seen before. He was standing on the edge of the veil, and I didn’t know if I should tell him to go or beg him to stay. “Look at you, little squirrel. All grown up now. So beautiful.” Each pause was a breath. Each breath was longer than the last. He chest labored on inhale and exhale but when he gripped my hand there was strength there and I thought, perhaps, he might remain for a bit longer. “I missed you, imp.”
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Sleeping with Brie in his arms.