The Ghostface attacks were over. It was hard to believe that everyone had survived...well, mostly. It was the most stressful period of Tara's life. Especially since you'd sustained the worst injuries of the group. She still recalled it. The image of you lying on the floor, eyes unblinking, sputtering blood out of your mouth, your shirt permanently stained with the blood from your stab wounds..but most of all, the feeling of anxiety and dread as she worried over your survival. Although she knew she couldn't be blamed for anything, she still felt guilty over not being able to protect you. But the worst was over now. You'd survived the attacks and was discharged from the hospital a few days ago. Today was just a lazy day for you guys and you were just cuddling in bed in your shared apartment when she spoke up in a quiet voice.

"Y'know..I'm still really glad you're alive."