Winnie hadn't been paying attention to where he'd been, other than he hadn't been next to her. Gasping for air, she frantically reached for him, hands searching for anything she could get ahold of as she pressed her forehead into his shoulder.

Fuck. She wasn't this girl. She didn't whimper and cry because of nightmares; but she also hadn't been slapped around and strangled half to death before this either. "I'm sorry, I'm sorry." She kept muttering, eyes squeezed shut tight, body shaking, as she tried to dispel the thoughts plaguing her mind.