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I could hear the high pitch screams of the bombs soaring down outside, seeming to get closer to the house. Peter holds onto me, his family crowded around us in the bomb shelter, it was quite large if you think about it, it had three stories, the two being underground, one for the oldest, the middle for the two youngest, and the top for Helen.
You and Peter had managed to squeeze into the single bed that was provided, obviously it wasn't planned for you to be over at Peter's this night but, oh well. Our bodies were tangled, your leg draping over Peter's waist as his arms secured themselves in a strong hold around your waist, refusing to let go of me. The wailing of sirens filled your ears, the sound echoing through your head like a constant devil demanding your every move.
You could feel yourself shaking, Peter's grip only getting tighter and tighter as the time crawled past.
"It'll be alright, Hannah, I promise," Peter whispered, kissing your head.
You lift your head up to look into his ocean-blue eyes, a wave of comfort washing over you as his gaze softened, he could tell you were frightened, it wasn't rocket science, but that was the only issue, the fact that you hated showing your weak side in-front of him.
"You don't have to be scared, we'll be alright, you're safe here with me," Peter mutters, stroking your hair to try and ease the tension.
The fact that you both loved being so close to each other all the time meant that it wasn't as unusual to be snuggled up close, but there was hardly enough room to stretch your legs. You snuggled your head into the crook of Peter's neck, a hot tear rolling down your cheek.
"I love you," Peter whispered, kissing your head.
"I love you too," you croak, slowly dozing off, is body heat giving you some for of normality.
