[Lost] Thoughts on....

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 I wake up and I try to think of where I am... The fiddler's rest... The man next to me... I look and it is Liam, I begin to believe that somewhere I am definitely not dreaming.  Three days ago I woke on my own and lounged in my bed.  I remember carefully packing my clothes and wondering if I could persuade Rex into my bed for the weekend.  I would never have thought that I would share my bed with Liam again, let alone there and at this time.  I watch him as he sleeps and run my fingers across the jewel around his neck, down the scar I gave him, I wonder now if I would change what I had done if given the chance...

I think back to that first meeting, how my intent had been to kill him, and how somehow he had been so vulnerable and I could see that in me that needed something more.... I had never imagined this is where that path would have led.  

I check my knives and I move out of the bed carefully, trying not to wake him.  I sit in the chair by the window, curled up on myself just watching the night.... I am woken by him carrying me back to bed, he whispers to me as I am half asleep..

"My angel of the night...Weeping bloody tears for the Lost." and I know I am safe in his arms

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