[ She wipes her hands at her mouth, trying to clear away the mess of blood from her lips. Exhausted, her eyes half stung with tears from the sheer exertion, the hold it has on her.
The soft cool scent that reminds her more of home, wraps her tightly, for a moment. Her head burrowing into the lapels of the fabric, to hide the tears, and protect her from the smoke that choked. ]
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The soft cool scent that reminds her more of home, wraps her tightly, for a moment. Her head burrowing into the lapels of the fabric, to hide the tears, and protect her from the smoke that choked. ]
Yet our guilt will.