𝐂𝐫𝐮𝐳𝐞𝐥 𝐁𝐞𝐝𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐝

As Via regained consciousness within the embrace of the young lord, she coughed out the water that was left in her lungs. Each cough proves that she’s still alive, that revelation is enough to have Via sobbing hysterically. Her hair is in disarray, all loosened up and spread out, the once pristine dress is now snagged and tattered as it clings tightly to her body. She wrapped her arms around him closely, returning his embrace, seeking the comfort of the traumatic day. “T..Thank you. Thank you.” Her voice trembled as she choked out the sincere words of gratitude. She nestles on his neck like a kitten in need of warmth.