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"It's how i've lived for nearly 2 decades now, though" |
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"That doesn't make it healthy," |
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"I know" She sighed, leaning on him once more |
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Nate hugged her from behind. Just letting her relax for a bit. |
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Slowly, the memories receded and Dakota got up. She began to make him breakfast, finishing with a clear mind and straight face. She cleaned up dishes and went to the bedroom once she'd served him breakfast |
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Nate sighed and sat down to eat. Once finished he did the dishes. He sat down on the couch for a bit, letting her have some time alone. |
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Dakota curled into a ball on the bed, memories flooding in once more |
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she was scared, to be honest. She was scared of her mother and the possibilities |
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Nate got up after a bit and crept into their bedroom. He crawled into bed with her, hugging her from behind. Nate kissed the nape of her neck before just settling down. |
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"Hey" She said quietly, her thoughts swimming |
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Evening Thunderstorms, Hail Possible
