Caroline would do anything to have her dead ex-lover back, even dance naked in a graveyard the Scottish Highlands. She gets a lot more than she bargained for. (M/F)
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Useless, absurd— she should give up— go home—
Hadn’t her days since Chris had gone, winked out in a moment, been just like this? Going through the motions, trying to do what you were meant to do, not knowing why. Everything empty, everything gone— and now another sham—
It came hurtling out the blackness, the way it always did, the grief hitting her like a train, stopping her in her tracks, taking her breath, her sight, her hearing…
She was on her knees, sobbing brokenly in the freezing mud.
“Oh Chris— Chris— I’m so cold— so cold without you— Chris, I— I’ve been—”
Rain started to fall, thin, freezing drops that chilled her to the marrow. She felt broken in two, a crouching, naked creature.
He was beside her suddenly. She knew it, knew it as surely as if his body was with her. She could feel his warmth, the soft strength of his muscles, his skin. See in her mind’s eye his feet firmly planted in the grass, his strong arms taking her, helping her up, guiding her to the dry-stone dyke.