Celeste
He sat up, confused, and looked around at the bodies and the smoke and the battlefield. His eyes settled on me.
“What are you doing here?” His voice was rough. Weak. Alive. “I told you to wait for me to come back for you.”
I threw myself into his chest and sobbed.
His arms came around me. He held me and tried to make sense of what was happening, looking down at his own bare, blood-crusted chest and then at Leo’s shocked, tear-streaked face.
“Where’s my shirt?” He looked at Leo. “And why are you crying?”
My body was shaking harder now. I couldn’t stop it. I was laughing and crying at the same time, my fingers digging into his back, my face pressed against the skin that was warm and alive and his.
“You’re never allowed to go into battle without me again,” I choked out.
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