It was dark, so much so that now she really understood what people meant when they said they couldn't see their hand in front of their face. But there was more than just the dark. It was cold, and she was alone, lost, and scared.
She needed him now more than ever, and the thought of seeing him was the only thing that kept her running. By all rights she should have collapsed long ago, but she was sure that she could feel him close by, and so she kept going.
He would never leave me, she told herself. He'd never leave me in a place like this. But then, why can't I find him, where is he?
She was getting desperate now; sweat dripping from her brow, her legs threatening to give way any second.
Why hasn't he found me?
Exhaustion finally proving too powerful, she fell to her knees, and a sob tore it's way from her throat.
So this is it then. This is the end.
Except it wasn't.
Strong arms enveloped her and pulled her close, and for a second she thought she was dead. But she soon recognized the feel of the arms, the scent, and she knew she was back where she belonged. She looked up, feeling his arms tighten around her and saw him smile, his eyes meeting hers.
He had saved her. She wouldn't fade away after all.
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