“You’re safe.”

Ray assures as he gently holds you in his arms, his fingers threading through your hair softly, careful not to get any tangles or pull by accident.

“It’s all over now.”

He whispers as he feels you snuggle up more.

Of course it was over, it had been for just over sixteen hours now. The massacre of events were done, Helen and Barry were dead, Julie had moved in with you two, just to ease her worried mind.

Helen was dead.

Barry was dead.

Your bestfriend was dead.

Your brother was dead.

How? How did this happen in the span of two days? Poor Helen, she watched her boyfriend die in one of her favourite places. And herself? She died alone; in an alleyway. Without you, or Julie, or Barry, or Ray.

God, it was terrible.

“Nothings going to happen to you.”

He speaks in a soft voice as he kisses your temple, his head resting atop of yours as he let you snuggle in.