[Lost] Despair

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 The door closed. Her hands balled up in the sleeves of a jacket she should have returned hours before.

She was shaking with a cold that didn't seem to fade. her tears slipping down her cheeks silently. The blood on her dress dried now, she didn't notice any of it. She had sent the message, people needed to know.

She moved to the phone and dialled a familiar number.

"You can come round when you are ready, I have spoken to Gareth" A moment later she hung the phone up. Her legs ceased to work and she slumped to the ground tired and weary from so deep inside it seemed too far to heal.

Another tear made a new track down her cheek and she sat, not moving, barely breathing. When he laid his hand on her cheek and brushed away the tear, she let him help her stand.