websavior.

 _{❛        MARY    JANE     —              ❜         scarlet   figure   collapses   in   front   of,    voice   slipping   from    mask    STRAINED     :    COLORED    IN   DISBELIEF.    a   heartache   unlike   any   other   –    nights   spent    wondering    why    —   why,   why,    why   not   him   instead    ?      &    THE   DOUBT,    the   refusal   to   believe   she   was   gone    :    the   looks   everyone    gave   him,    the    comforting,    all   enough   to   make   him   think   maybe   he   was    LOSING   IT.      the   restless   nights   of   feeling   her   ghost,   sometimes   seeing   her   only   to   be   blinked   away    –    sleep   filled   with   terrors   that   drive   him   awake   in   a   sweat,    only   to  reach   over   for    …    nothing,   vision   instantly   blurring   with   hot   tears   as   he   curled   into   himself.} 

_{IT’S   ALL   PATCHED   UP,    within   seconds,    it   all   momentarily   melts   away,   all   with   her,   :   mask   tugged   off   &   his   arms   tight   around   body   as   he   pulls   her   to  his   chest,   chin   resting   top   of   cherry   red   hair   as   he   cradles   her.   a   dry   sob   wracks   frame,   built   up   over   months   of   her   absence,   digits   intertwining   with   tresses.      ❛          oh   my   god,   mary   jane   …    you’re   okay,   you’re   okay  —       ❜}

 _{is   this  real    ?    —     is   she   really   here   ?      PLEASE,   BE   REAL.}   

_@citystarlet

      _{SHE’S  HOLLOW.  numb.  time  has  blurred  together;  months  of  captivity.  the  worst  of  it  wasn’t  the  relative  horror  of  knowing  the  world  thought  she  was  dead:  blown  up  in  the  sky  with  some  other  400  innocent  passengers,  or  even  that  no  one  would  be  looking  for  her.  no,  the  worst  part  was  her  captor’s  uncanny  memory  and  invasion   of  a  life  that  didn’t  belong  to  him.  one  she  held  onto  for  the  sake  of  two  small  children  and  her  husband.  at  first  she  thinks  it’s  another  mind  game  to  keep  her  reeling  –  an  illusion  to  torture  her  with  false  hope  as  her  captor  shoots  himself  dead,  and  peter  soon  swings  through  the  door.}  

      _{she  collapses  into  him,  perpetually  mentally  and  physically  exhausted.  she  wants  to  hug  him  back,  but  her  arms  feel  weak  at  her  side.  it  takes  her  a  moment  to  realize  that  the  loud,  incoherent  sobs  are  coming  from  her  as  she  buries  her  face  against  his  chest.  he  feels  and  smells  just  like  she  remembers.  home.    ❛      i  thought  i  was  never  gonna  see  you  again.      ❜}