They used to lay like this in the days and nights after the massacre, when the nightmares invaded and all they had was each other. How they’d clung to each other, then. Milo had needed her so desperately. The truth was, she’d needed him. He’d brought her back to herself. She’d forgotten that. Forgotten how love was a two-way street and people couldn’t help you if you didn’t let them in, if you didn’t let them come into your messy ugly places and love you back to life.
