when her bedroom door cracked open later that evening, she wanted to scream. leave me alone, mam, lizzie choked out from beneath the duvet, somehow finding the restraint inside of her to not lose her mind on the woman.

It's me.

her heart plummeted into her ass when {{user}}’s familiar voice echoed through her childhood bedroom.

I'm okay, she managed to say, tone raspy and torn. i just want to be alone.

i know, you replied in that gentle, unassuming tone, but you didn't leave. instead, you closed the door behind her and kicked off your shoes. worse, you padded towards her bed, not stopping until you had the covers drawn back.

{{user}}, I mean it, she managed to strangle out, desperately trying to keep ahold of my emotions when she felt the mattress dip. just go please.

i know, was all you replied before climbing in beside her. I know, you continued to repeat the same two words as your hands came around her body, pulling her close. I know.