Leela sat alone by the fire at the isolated cove away from Cerra Manor. Her eyes tried desperately to pierce the flames and perhaps, therein, quiet her soul.
She had had another nightmare, the trauma of her recent abduction and brutal treatment still haunting her nightly. Worst of all, at the end of each horrific dream, there he was. Her savior, her white knight, her blood-soaked hero.
He had cried to see her as she was then. She thought maybe his love for her was finally enough. Then she saw Ry and Shalee on the Terrace with Tiger, and her heart fell apart again. She only barely maintained her dignity. She had rushed down to this cove and cried until her eyes were dry and she couldn't cry anymore.
What could she do? Would she ever stop loving this man who repeatedly selflessly risked his life to save her? How could she? She owed him everything she was.
Leela buried her face in her knees, the tears returning.
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