"Did you hear me calling for you
From the top of the old trees
Heavy snow upon the branches
He tells me to let it be"
"As I lay me down to sleep I pray
Like a widow’s walk my faith will never fade
Cause I know, living right is mostly in the tryin’"
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've got TWO songs for this chapter, because I really couldn't choose. I listened to both on repeat while writing this.
"The Kingfisher" by Rosemary and Garlic
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"I Could Live With Dying Tonight" by Emma-Lee
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Her rather enjoyable feeling of peace and calm was disturbed by the sensation of a pair of strong arms lifting her. They felt safe and familiar, but something about these arms was just off. She couldn’t be bothered to think about it too deeply because the feeling of peace was fading, replaced by a general dull pain that she knew would turn sharper as she swam closer to the surface of consciousness. So she chose to focus on the comforting feeling of this person, this man, and let herself drift back to the calm waters of sleep.
This time she could feel his hand. Again something about it was different. She did not feel the pain intensify as she reached the surface of consciousness as she had previously thought. She took a moment to feel the hand in hers, to ponder the differences and similarities to the one she so desperately wanted it to be. It was large, most definitely a man’s hand, the fingers were long, like his, but the palm was smaller and the skin softer than she remembered. Still, it was a pleasant feeling, and she squeezed the hand as her eyelids fluttered open.
“Sanem?” his voice was familiar, but disappointment ripped through her at the realization that he wasn’t here with her.
“Emre?” she didn’t mean for her voice to break as she said his name.
“You’re alright Sanem. You’re in the hospital.” he put on his most soothing charming voice.
“How?” she was desperate to make sense of what was going on.
“You had an accident. Leyla called me in a panic, looking for you. I drove out to the cabin to see if you were there. I saw your bike on the side of the road. You were very cold, so I put you right in my car and drove you here myself.”
“Leyla?”
“She’s on her way with your parents.” he was somehow able to interpret her one-word questions.
“Thank you.” her voice cracked again and tears came unbidden.
“You’ll be alright.” he looked a little uncomfortable but he squeezed her hand back in reassurance.
She gave him a small watery smile and shut her eyes again. Her mom was going to kill her. That made her smile bigger. She was lucky to have so many people around her that loved her and were concerned for her. It would be a lie to say that she didn’t want one person in particular to be especially concerned, but she wasn’t about to be ungrateful.
Images of his deep expressive eyes and stupid dimpled smile haunted her as she drifted back to sleep.
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Fanfiction"But I would rather feel the sting Than never to have felt a thing I'll always know you were the one To rip me from the ground"
