A Face from the Past-3
130 Words
I continued to weep. Danny picked me up in his arms and carried me back to the cottage. He held me close to him, on the couch, as I wept on and off for a number of hours. Something within him told him now was not the time to try and console me with a passionate kiss, but to let the tears run their course. I was grateful he knew a little about mortal grief. Enough not to confuse being with me and comforting me, with a need for something else. His shirt was wet through from the tears and my eyes were red and raw.
When the tears subsided I gradually fell into a troubled sleep. Danny carried me to my bed and stayed with me throughout the night.
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