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I don’t have any idea for how long I held her in my arms as she slept with her head on my chest. I even lost myself in the way I caressed my fingers through her silky hair and revelled in the feel of it between them. I imagined fisting them or have them wrapped around my fist as I do every depraved thing I could think about to keep her mind from slipping into the dark storm that she just went through.
But at some point I, reluctantly, decided to slid out from underneath her as I laid her down on the bed, making sure she was comfortable. I looked at the blood smeared on her arm and inner thigh and despite a voice telling me in my head that it’d be so wrong to touch her when she was asleep, I shoved it in the back and decided to tend to her cuts.
I walked to her bathroom to get a
