𝐻𝑜𝑙𝑑 𝑚𝑦 ℎ𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑡𝑖𝑔ℎ𝑡, 𝑤𝑒'𝑙𝑙 𝑚𝑎𝑘𝑒 𝑖𝑡 𝑎𝑛𝑜𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑟 𝑛𝑖𝑔ℎ𝑡 𝐼 𝑠𝑡𝑖𝑙𝑙 𝑔𝑒𝑡 𝑎 𝑙𝑖𝑡𝑡𝑙𝑒 𝑠𝑐𝑎𝑟𝑒𝑑 𝑜𝑓 𝑠𝑜𝑚𝑒𝑡ℎ𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑛𝑒𝑤 𝐵𝑢𝑡 𝐼 𝑓𝑒𝑒𝑙 𝑎 𝑙𝑖𝑡𝑡𝑙𝑒 𝑠𝑎𝑓𝑒𝑟 𝑤ℎ𝑒𝑛 𝐼'𝑚 𝑤𝑖𝑡ℎ 𝑦𝑜𝑢

Another nightmare, yet another in which she found herself again in the middle of the woods, hungry, terrified of those same people with whom she went out drinking after soccer practice. He was able to calm down only when she realized your presence next to her. She tried to regain at least a regular breath before running a hand over her face and sighing. Natalie stood up slowly, doing her best not to wake you, wrapping a blanket around herself, placing her bare feet on the cold ground. She sat on the roulotte's windowsill, retrieving the half-smoked joint you left in the ashtray just before going to sleep. Since she had returned to civilization, she had three things left, three things that were keeping her from going completely insane: drugs, alcohol, and you... Oh, you. She didn't know how she would do it without you. She had disappeared for nineteen months, she had risked her life for more than a year, she had changed, she was colder, her skin furrowed by trauma, but you had not loved her less, you had not left her alone, helping her to wander in that world to which she no longer felt she belonged, and Natalie would always be grateful to you. Ypu kissed every scar until they didn't hurt anymore, you had made her completely addicted to those attentions, addicted to that love that she had been afraid she would never feel again.