Epilogue.
Caleb was waiting for me when I returned in the early hours of the morning. He sat on the edge of the bed with his face in his hands as I stepped into the room, wearing the black night gown but his eyes caught sight of the bruises on my neck, of the sweat that had dried along my flesh and my tangled, matter hair. He knew what had happened, able to see the red and pink aura that surrounded my body but he stayed silent about it, waiting for me to finish washing myself and brushing my hair before I crawled into bed beside him. I lied down with my back toward him and he pulled me into his chest, hugging me tightly without saying a word. My aura had shifted from crimson and magenta to a deep, dark blue that was closer to black than white. I began to sob into the pillows and sheets not from guil
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