thosewildhearts:
Eden could hear footsteps approach, her heart constricting at the thought of being dragged away from Bryce a second time. The first was crudely branded into her memory and one that had often left her sleepless or yelling out in the dark of night as it descended on her as a nightmare. Her eyes tightened around the bars so fiercely that her fingers were turning white. “How are you here?” she dazedly asked, feeling like she would suddenly wake from this dream and find herself broken all over again. How had he survived?
Feeling his hands, his strong and cold, yet so damn reassuring hands close over hers, the tears broke free and ran down her cheeks. “I’m here.” she repeated, wishing she could touch more of him, wishing she could hug and kiss him and pretend for a moment that everything was going to be alright. “Killed me? No I thought they had killed you!” She said, her voice in between an urgen whisper and a sob. “I escaped for a while in one of the rebel camps. But then it was raided last week.” she hoarsely tried to explain. “Not that I cared.. I thought I would never see you again, where I went didn’t really matter anymore..”
“I-- Ive been here. I’ve been here, this whole time, I--” He mumbled, having a hard time believing his eyes even though she was right there and he could feel her fingers against his own around the bars. Describing what he felt inside seemed impossible. He’d given up, ready to rot alone in this cell until someone was merciful enough to kill him off, thinking that his whole reason to live had been taken from him.
“No, I’m here, they didn’t kill me....” He had to hold his tears back, wanting to seem strong for her. He wanted to be glad she wasn’t dead, but somehow the prospect of knowing she was being forced into the same fucked up slavery that he was made him sick. Especially since he couldn’t do anything about it. “I love you,” He mumbled softly. “I’m so happy you’re alive. Please be careful here. This place is like hell,”















