something that she

could do to prevent this.

In an attempt to block

out the painful

thoughts, Sam buried

his head into her

shoulder. Images,

painful images and

memories etched

themselves into his

consciousness. Sam

was quite sure that he

wouldn't be able to

push these thoughts to

the back of his mind

quite as easily as he

had been managing to

do. There had been,

yelling, adrenaline

pumping through his

veins. A vague

sensation of the feeling

you have when running

for a long distance, and

a weight pressing him

down as he ran. The

yells had turned into

screams. Gunshots,

explosions. A jarring

sensation of being flung

into the air. Finally, pain.

Searing, white hot,

indescribable pain, the

kind that is impossible

to understand even if

you yourself had

experienced it.

It is said that the brain

tones down memeories

of pain, and of all of the

bad events that we

have had the

misfortune to

experience. Perhaps it is

for the best.

The two stayed like

that for a long while,

locked in each other's

arms. Neither of them

spoke, and neither of

them wanted to move

from their current

position. It was much

more preferable to stay

together and see each

other. Together was

comforting. Together

was safe. Whilst

together, it was

infinitely easier to let go

of troubles and worries,

to feel calm. A problem

shared is a problem

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