Fragile: Chapter One
So, I’m finally doing a series that requires all my time and care, and this time it won’t be three pages, which are the usual length with the fics I write. To say I’m proud of how this first chapter came out to be is an understatement. I used to write a LOT of angst in my teenage years (because let’s face it, we were all generally angsty teenagers at some point), and I decided to go back to my original roots in this series. It’s going to be a little cliche, of course, but hopefully with all the sprucing up it doesn’t seem that bad to you all.
Shout-out to my editor who had me running proverbial laps on this giant chapter more than I actually work out in real life. I probably wouldn’t be able to do this without her, no exaggeration. And that’s it! Enjoy this chapter and look forward to the next one. You can also view it on AO3!
Synopsis: It’s been two years since the Demon War and two more years since Sam and Mika met. But even after all the trials and tribulations they had to endure, neither of them could ever prepare themselves for a drunken man driving into Mika’s car on a normal afternoon. Or how she suffers amnesia, forgetting those four years of meeting Sam and his brothers. To lose a loved one is tragic and painful. But to Sam it’s heartbreaking, a cut so deep he feels it carving his soul. He can’t imagine living without her, and as she stares at him with no clue of how important she is to him, he vows to make sure it will never happen.
Warning: Swearing, angst, eventual sex (but not yet)
No matter how much Sam’s body ached from sitting in a chair for who knows how long, it paled in comparison to the sharp, heartbreaking pain in his chest watching an unconscious Mika laying on the hospital bed beside him. Their impromptu date in the city a week ago felt like it had been years. He was used to seeing his wife brimming with life at the curve of her lips and rose-tinted cheeks after a fit of laughter while she stared into his eyes with unbridled love and glee. And now…
A broken shudder escaped his lungs.
He was too frightened to finish the thought. He took her hand in his, placing delicate kisses on every stitch and held it, almost afraid of what would happen if he ever let go. At the back of his mind he was glad he was the only one in the room so no one could see how vulnerable and disheveled his appearance was. Not to mention his police uniform had been a wrinkled mess since he got off his shift. Leaning forward he brushed a few strands of hair from her face—beautiful even covered in more stitches—and laid his head to the side of the bed.
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