*You had finally found his cell. After what felt like hours searching you had found it. Found him. I pushed open the door and saw him sleeping on the cold stone floor. I ran over and looked at him. His beautiful face, looked so tired. I almost didn’t want to wake him.

My fingers traced his cheeks, and face. He slept and didn’t stir. He was cold. Far too cold.. I panicked. “Matthias?” I asked checking his pulse. I felt it. I relaxed a little.

I kissed his neck softly, his cheek, his forehead. Id missed him. And id felt so guilty about him being stuck here, because of me.

His eyes fluttered open and as they did he muttered my name. He finally registered I was here. And instead of kissing or hugging me.. He pushed me against a wall with a grip around my wrists and neck.