[there's something to be said about being scared silent. screaming is inherently a call for help- but why would you scream when you know there's no help coming?
when you know you're alone?
he swallows around the lump in his throat, and forces himself to slow his breathing. if he's still holding Harley tight, well...at least it's not a painful grip.
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when you know you're alone?
he swallows around the lump in his throat, and forces himself to slow his breathing. if he's still holding Harley tight, well...at least it's not a painful grip.
that'll only come when the dreams do.]