Graeme couldn’t even explain the feeling of overwhelming relief that flooded over him when he heard her voice again. Even though it was a sound he would never forget, and a sound that had kept him grounded for however long he had been gone, actually being able to hear it and not just imagine it was just…it made it real.
He didn’t want to let go of her just yet – he didn’t want to let go of her until it was absolutely necessary, and even then he’d probably try to hold on longer - his eyes only shutting again when he felt her lips against the back of his fingers, re-opening them in order to focus down on their hands, letting out a long breath before those crystalline blues - surrounded by tones of purples, and hints of sickening green that made up the bruises that were there – met hers. He could tell something wasn’t right. Obviously things weren’t going to be right with her, but something told him that she had been through her own hell while he had been gone. He knew how many people she had lost, over the years…so he could only imagine what she must have been thinking, let alone feeling when she didn’t have any idea where he was.
"I have plenty of time to rest..."
There was a pause, where he just looked at her. He had memorized every single one of her features in his mind, making it exceptionally easy for him to see her clearly even in the darkness of wherever he had been being kept...but yet, she looked so much more beautiful every time he saw her. Especially now. When he spoke, his words were barely above a whisper.
"I've missed you, Gia..."
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