“I’m glad you were here with me.” with Trevor and whoever it makes you happy to write with Trevor.
The prompts were supposed to be soft right? Yeah! This is soft. It’s definitely soft and not really painful :)
(thank you for the prompt lovely!)
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“I’m glad you were here with me.”
Trevor looks up from the fire at the woman sat across from him, frowning at the unexpected speech. Sypha’s been near-mute since they left Lindenfeld, answering questions with one word answers and sleeping for as much of their journey as she can.
He knows that sort of pain. He’s lived it.
He hates it for her.
“Of course. Nowhere else I’d be.”
She catches his eye, and he can see the tear tracks on her cheeks. Doesn’t mention them, because he’s lived that life too, got too good at silent crying.
“You and I know that’s not true.” She says.
With a huff, Trevor gets to his feet, dragging the threadbare blanket along with him as he rounds the fire. He sets himself down next to Sypha and she leans into him almost immediately, which is enough to make a ball of emotion form in his throat. He hadn’t realised how much her easy way with tactility had got under his skin until it wasn’t there anymore.
“It is true.” He murmurs into her hair, tugging the blanket around them both. “It’s you and me, til the end.”
He feels her exhale against his chest, her palm sliding cool against his stomach. “I wish that was enough.”
“It’s enough for me.”
Sypha shivers, pressing in closer. “And me. But it didn’t help those poor children.”
If the fucker wasn’t already dead, Trevor would’ve killed him a hundred times over for daring to take what little light Sypha has managed to hold onto in this shithole of a world.
“That’s why we’re going back, right? Three heads are better than two.”
“God I hope he’s okay.” She breathes, disappearing even deeper into the warmth of his embrace.
He doesn’t say he will be because he’s learnt better than that now. But at least if they’re all together, they might have a chance.



















