you knew how abby was, in a way that seemed to subdue everyone else almost entirely. despite her external, tough girl demeanour, colleagues could see past the six feet of muscle and resting bitch face for some semblance of small-talk conversation and a warm smile, but you?

abby laid with her head on your thighs, blonde hair still wavy from the tight braid she plaited meticulously every day. she was the epitome of gentle with you, and you couldn’t imagine it any other way.