A friend in need || Short sasharcy story.

Forgiveness is key in healing.

My eyes flicker open. I attempt to sit up, but groan and clutch my chest. For a brief second, right out of the corner of my eye -- I manage to make out a familiar figure. Sasha? Sasha was here? Does that mean Anne is too?! Yet, a rush of despair quickly hits me. After what happened.. even if it's just Sasha, I don't think I could handle being confronted about it. I try distract myself as I glance around, causing me to realise where I am. And that lead me to think about.. what Andrias had done prior to this. A feeling of betrayal replaces my fear of confrontation. And, suddenly, I hear footsteps approaching. I hesitantly glance up and see a familiar blonde at the end of the bed I'd been placed in. I go to speak, to throw any random words out to explain and apologise for what I did, when I'm cut off by his lips pressed against mine. I stare in shock for a moment, before closing my eyes and relaxing into his embrace as she tangles her hand in my hair.

I think I'll be alright with Sasha around.