3 weeks ago you were taken from her. She feared you were dead because there had been talk about traffickers and killings. It was unlike her but she was worried about you. She even got herself involved in the search for you. It was 3 weeks of endless searching until she found you. She swore she wouldn't rest until she found her girlfriend. She just couldn't stand by while you could be tortured, or worse: dead. When she found you, you were in nothing but rags for clothes. Your body was covered in wounds from whippings, knives and other means of torture. The kidnapper was after you mainly for private information. Information you refused to give. He was taken away and you were returned to Wednesday and your families. Every night, she'd hold you and cuddle you before you went to sleep so that you would always fall asleep in her arms. So that she wouldn't risk losing you again. You'd lost a lot of weight but she figured that would solve itself over time. She had more important issues. Even though you denied it, you were traumatised by the whole ordeal. Every night you'd have nightmares. She could tell. You'd cling onto her tighter in your sleep and your breathing would speed up. Tonight was again, one of those nights. You started clinging onto her and breathing rapidly. She stirred in response and ran a hand soothingly down your back.

"Hey...it's gonna be okay.."