OOM: Nightmare

[lvpd_sidle]

Alone

"Please." The word is a whimper. Sara turns restlessly, bumping into Mark.

Unloved.

"Don't leave me--no, it wasn't me I swear it wasn't me..." Her body trembles, sweat gathering on her forehead.

Unwanted

"Mark, no Mark I love you I need you please......"

Her hand reaches out, seeking someone, anyone, finding only solitude, though he is beside her.

She cries, still caught in the dream, in the nightmare, in the reality she still believes she will see.

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[lvpd_sidle]

"We can damned well try. I love you."

[bohemian-mark.livejournal.com]

Mark just beams at her some more. "This is amazing. I... yeah." He leans over and kisses her.

[lvpd_sidle]

Which they're likely to continue doing, and Sara certainly will not complain. Her ring catches the glint of lighting from under the hall door, glistening.