[It takes a while. For her to somewhat calm down. For her to warm enough to stop shivering. It's instinctive for her to return the embrace, if perhaps a little looser than the hold he has on her in supporting her. Her eyes close as her chin and cheek rests against his shoulder. Against his neck.
His voice is reassuring. Somehow helping her feel like it was alright, or it would be, even after her close call there. She wasn't alone. She could breathe again. She wasn't drowning.]
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His voice is reassuring. Somehow helping her feel like it was alright, or it would be, even after her close call there. She wasn't alone. She could breathe again. She wasn't drowning.]
I thought I saw....her. Again. My mother.