[Raleigh lets out a sigh that's nearly three years old when she steps into him, curls his arms around her middle, probably presses on her fresh stitches a little when he pulls her in tight. Thank God, finally, it's a step in the right direction and if someone had to die for it to happen-- well.
He's not sure he's sorry.
She doesn't have to say it because he reads it in her expression, in the way she fits in his arms, in the way where he turns his head to the side and presses his lips to her temple. They're hurt each other, yes, each cutting the other down to the bone and leaving them to bleed but they can make it past that. He loves her too much to let her get away a second time and he's just relieved that it's mutual.]
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He's not sure he's sorry.
She doesn't have to say it because he reads it in her expression, in the way she fits in his arms, in the way where he turns his head to the side and presses his lips to her temple. They're hurt each other, yes, each cutting the other down to the bone and leaving them to bleed but they can make it past that. He loves her too much to let her get away a second time and he's just relieved that it's mutual.]
I love you.