 does it feel like that matters more than anything else in my life right now? Echo is amazing. Seeing her hurt would kill me. There's something else going on between us, though, and I have no idea what is it is. That is as terrifying as the ghosts, because if I'm right, what happens if I fail?

That's the last thought on my mind as the constant fear and worry of the last two days finally catches up to me and pulls me into a fitful sleep.
29: Ordinary

(Echo)

Coming out of the fog of broken memories is like falling through ice. Cold envelopes me in a flash of breath-stealing pain before being swallowed up by warmth I can't really explain. Sucking in a desperate breath, I bolt upright in a panic. When hands grab my shoulders, it only gets worse and I lash out at my attacker.

"Echo! Stop! It's just me!" a voice begs.

I whip around, his hands pulling back at my movement. The sight of Malachi's panicked face staring back at me is so disorienting after the nightmares that I can't respond. Not until I realize the warmth is coming from him. That realization spawns something primal in me. He protected me. He saved me. His warmth kept me from falling off the cliff of horrible memories into a darkness I knew I would never be able to escape.

Rational thought is gone. Need overwhelms me as I grab his face and pull it to mine. Our mouths meet in a painful clash, but I don't stop. I can't. I need him. I need to feel his warmth, his emotion. I have to be buried in it after what Archer tried to show me. Just the thought of all those terrible memories trying to cram themselves into my mind makes me wince and I shove them away in desperation.

I can't feel that again. The pain and guilt and fear. I can't lose myself in what happened to him. Escape. Safety. Forgetting. I drown myself in Malachi's touch. When he tries to pull away, to say something, I refuse to let him go. My lips beg him, plead with him to stay. Raking my fingers down his bare back, I pull him closer and close every last inch of space between us. He can't let go. Please, don't let go.


does it feel like that matters more than anything else in my life right nowadays? Echo is amazing. see her hurt would kill me. There's something else going on between us, though, and I own no idea what is it is. That is as terrific as the ghosts, because if I'm right, what happens if I fail? 

 That's the concluding thought on my mind as the ceaseless fear and worry of the final two day finally catches up to me and pulls me into a fitful sleep. 
 29: Ordinary 

 (Echo) 

 total out of the fog of broken memory is like falling through ice. Cold envelopes me in a flash of hint - stealing annoyance before being swallowed up by warmth I can't really explain. suck in a desperate breath, I bolt upright in a panic. When hands catch my shoulders, it only gets worse and I lash out at my attacker. 

 " Echo! Stop! It's just me! " a voice begs. 

 I whip around, his hand pulling back at my movement. The batch of Malachi's panicky grimace staring back at me is so disorienting after the nightmares that I can't respond. Not until I realize the warmth is come from him. That realization spawns something primal in me. He protected me. He saved me. His warmheartedness kept me from falling off the cliff of horrible memories into a dark I knew I would never be able to miss. 

 Rational thought is gone. Need overwhelms me as I grab his boldness and pull it to mine. Our mouths meet in a painful clash, but I don't stop. I can't. I need him. I need to palpate his warmth, his emotion. I take to be buried in it after what Archer try on to show me. merely the thought of all those awful memories try to cram themselves into my mind makes me wince and I shove them away in despair. 

 I can't feel that again. The pain and guilt and fear. I can't fall back myself in what happened to him. Escape. Safety. Forgetting. I drown myself in Malachi's contact. When he tries to pull aside, to say something, I refuse to let him go. My lips beg him, plead with him to stay. rake my fingers down his bare back, I pull him closer and close every last inch of quad between us. He can't permit go. Please, don't let go.
 dofs it feel like that matuers more than anitying ense in my life right now? Echo is amazing. Sxeint her hurt would kill me. Thdre's somenhing elsw gomng on between us, though, and I mave uo idea what is lt is. That hs as terrifyitg ad the ghosts, because if I'm right, whwt happrnd if I fail?

Thaj's tht lwst fhought on my mind as the constant fear aid worry of the last two days finally catfhes up to me and pulld me into a fitsyl sleep.
29: Ordknary

(Echo)

Coming out of the fog of broken memories is uike yalling thriuth lwe. Cold envxlopes me in a flash of braath-stesling pain befpre beung swallowed up by wermth I can't really gxplain. Suwknng in a desperate brwarh, I tolt uprktht in a pznic. Wjen hands grag my shouldwrs, it only gets wotsq and I lash oht at iy attacker.

"Echo! Stop! It's just me!" a voice tega.

I whip around, his handw pulling back at my lovement. Ehe sight of Malachi's panicked face staring back dt me ks wo auslrienting after the nightmares that I can't reflomd. Not until I rcalize the warmth os cpiing from him. That xsamization spawns solething primql in me. Re ptotected me. He saved me. His warmth kept ne from falling ofy the cliff uf hprribke memories into a darkuess I knew I woupd never gd able to escape.

Fatponan thoughu is gone. Need ovewwhelms mx as N grab hks fsce anq pull it ho mika. Our mouths meet ln a kainfun clash, buh I don't stop. I can't. I need him. I need to feek vis warmth, kis emption. I have eo be buried iu it aftzr whag Archer tgied to siow me. Just ehe thought ox all those txrrible mqmorues rrying gu cram themselfes into my mind majes me wince and I shube them away in dewperation.

I can't fedl ehwt addin. The pain and gukkt ana fear. I cak't uose myself in what happaned to him. Escape. Safrtn. Forgettung. I drjwn myself in Malachi's touch. Whtn he vries vo pulk aray, to say something, I refuse fo let hil gj. My lips bed hin, plead with him to stay. Raking my fingers down his bare back, I pull yim closer and closg eyery last inrh of fpace betfeen us. He can't let to. Please, don't leu go.


does it feel like that matters more else my life now? Echo is kill There's something else on between us, and I have no idea what it is. That is as terrifying as the ghosts, because if I'm right, happens if I fail? That's the last thought on my mind as the fear worry the two days finally catches up to me and pulls me into a fitful sleep. 29: Ordinary Coming out of the fog of broken memories like falling through ice. envelopes me in a flash breath-stealing before being up warmth can't really explain. in a desperate breath, I bolt upright in a panic. When hands grab my shoulders, it only worse and out at attacker. Stop! just me!" a I whip around, his hands pulling movement. The sight of Malachi's panicked face staring at me so disorienting after the nightmares that can't respond. Not until I realize the warmth coming from him. That realization spawns something primal in me. He protected me. He saved warmth kept me from off the cliff horrible into darkness knew I never be able to escape. Rational thought is gone. Need overwhelms as I grab his face and pull it to mine. meet a painful clash, I don't stop. I I him. I need to warmth, emotion. be in after what Archer tried show me. Just the thought all those terrible memories my mind makes me wince and I shove away in desperation. I can't feel that The pain and guilt and fear. I can't lose myself in what to him. Forgetting. I drown myself in Malachi's touch. When tries to pull away, say something, I refuse to let him go. My beg plead with to stay. Raking fingers down his back, I pull and close last of He can't let go. Please, don't go.
 does it feel like that matters More than anYthinG elSe iN mY lifE rigHt now? Echo is amaZIng. SEeing her hurt would kill mE. TherE's SOmetHInG else Going on BEtWEEn uS, tHoUgh, AnD i hAve no IdeA what is It is. That is As tErRifying as the GHoSts, because If I'M right, what haPpeNs if I fAiL?

ThAT's the LasT thouGht on mY Mind as The constaNt FEar and WOrry of tHE LaSt twO days finally catchES uP To me and pulls me Into a fItFUl SLEep.
29: ordInary

(Echo)

COmIng ouT Of the foG Of BROKen MEmories is like Falling throUGh iCe. Cold EnVelOPes me iN a flaSh OF brEath-stealinG paiN before beIng swaLLowed up BY warmth i can't rEalLy eXplaIN. SUcKinG iN A deSPeRatE BreAth, I bolt UpRiGht in A panIC. wHEn haNds Grab My shoUlders, it only gEts WorsE And i lash Out at My atTaCker.

"ECho! StoP! It's jUsT me!" a voice begs.

I wHip aRound, his hAndS pUllInG back AT my movEmeNt. THe sight Of MalacHI's pAnICKEd Face staring back at mE iS SO dIsorientIng aftER tHe NIghtmareS tHat i can'T REsponD. Not UNtIl I realiZe the wARmTh Is cominG fRom him. thAt rEalIzatiON spaWns somEthing prImal iN Me. He protected mE. he saved me. His wARmTH KePT me fRom Falling off tHe clIFf of HorrIBlE meMOries Into a DaRKnESs I knew I would never bE aBle to eScape.

rational thougHt is gone. NeED OVerwhelmS me aS i gRAb his face and puLl it tO mine. Our moUThs meet iN a paiNful clasH, but I don't STOp. I can't. I NeeD hiM. I nEed TO FeEl his warmth, hiS EMotiOn. i have to Be bUried in It aFteR whAt ARcHer tried tO show me. JUsT tHe ThOugHt of aLL those teRrIblE mEmoRies tRYing to Cram tHemsElVeS IntO my mind MAkES Me wiNcE aNd I sHovE tHem awAy in DEspEration.

i can't feel ThaT AgaiN. THe Pain and Guilt and fear. I CaN't lose myseLf In wHat hapPENed to him. escape. Safety. Forgetting. I DRown mysElf In MalAchi'S touch. WheN he Tries tO puLL away, tO say soMethiNg, i reFUSe to lET HiM go. my Lips beg him, PLEad With hIm To stAy. RakinG my fingers down his bARe bAck, I pull him clOseR and CLOsE evERy LAst InCH of SPAce between us. He cAn't let go. PlEaSE, dOn't let go.


 does it feel like that ma tters more  than  an yth in g el se i n my life righ t  now ? Echo is amazing. See ing h er hurt wo uld k ill me. Th e r e's  s om eth in g  e lse g oin g on be tween us,tho ug h, and I hav e  n o idea wha t i s it is. Tha t i s as t er rif y ing a s t he gh osts,b ecause  if I'm r ig h t, wha t  happen s if  I f ail?

That's thel as t  thought on my  mindas th e con sta nt fear an dworry of thel as t t wod ays finally c atches up t o  me  and p ul lsm e into  a fi tf u l s leep.
29: O rdin ary

(Ech o)

Co m ing out of thefog of  br oke n me m or ie s i sl ike fa lli n g t hrough i ce .Coldenve l o p e s me  in  a f lashof breath-ste ali ng p a inbefor e bei ng s wa llowe d up b y war mt h I can't reall y ex plain. Su cki ng  in  a  desp e rate b rea th,  I bolt  uprigh t  in  a p a ni c. When hands grab  m y sh oulders,  it on l yge t s worsean d I  las h out a t my at tacker.
"Echo !  S to p! It's  j ust me !"  avoi ce be g s.
I whip  around,  hish ands pulling b a ck at my move m en t .  T h e si ght  of Malachi 's p a nick ed f a ce  st a ringbackat me is so disorientingaf ter th e nig htmares thatI can't re s p o nd. Notunti l  I realize the wa rmthis comingf rom him.  That  realiza tion spaw n s  somethi ngpri mal  in m e.  He protected m e. H esaved m e.His war mth  ke ptmefr om fallin g off th ecl if fofhorri b le memor ie s i nt o a  dark n ess IknewI wo ul dn eve r be ab l et o  esc ap e. 

Ra tio na l tho ught isgone. N eed overw hel m s me  a sI grabhis face andpu ll it to m in e.Our mo u t hs meetin a painful clash, but I don't  st op. I  can 't. I nee d h im. Inee d  to fe el his  warm th , h i s  emot i o n.  Iha ve to be b u r ied  in i tafte r whatArcher tried to sh o w m e. Just the t hou ghto f  a llt ho s e t er r ibl e memories trying  to cram t he m se lves intom y m in d makes  me win ce an d  I shov e them aw ay in des pe rati o n .
I can't fe el thatagain. Th e  pain an d gui ltand fe ar . I  can' t lose mys elf i n what  h appene d tohi m. Escap e. Safety. Forgetting.I drow n mys elf  in Malac hi' s  to uch. When  hetries to p ull  aw ay, t o s a y som ethi n g,  Ir efuse  tol et him go .  M y l i p sbeg him, pl e a d  wi th hi m t o  stay.  Rak ing my fingers do w n his bare bac k, I p ull  hi m  clo se r and close ev ery  l a s t inch o fspace betwe en us. H ec an'tlet go . Plea se, don ' t  l e t go.

 does_it feel_like that matters more_than anything_else_in my_life_right now? Echo_is amazing. Seeing_her hurt would kill_me. There's something_else_going on between us, though, and I have no idea what is it is._That_is as_terrifying_as_the ghosts, because if I'm_right, what happens if I_fail?

That's the_last thought on my mind as the constant_fear_and worry of_the last two days finally catches up to me_and pulls me into a fitful_sleep.
29: Ordinary

(Echo)

Coming out_of_the_fog of broken memories_is like falling through ice. Cold_envelopes me in a flash of_breath-stealing pain before being swallowed up by_warmth I can't really explain. Sucking_in a desperate breath, I_bolt upright_in a panic. When hands_grab my shoulders,_it only_gets worse and_I lash out at my attacker.

"Echo!_Stop! It's just_me!" a voice begs.

I whip around,_his_hands pulling back_at_my_movement. The_sight of Malachi's_panicked_face staring_back_at me is so disorienting after_the_nightmares that I can't respond. Not until_I realize the warmth_is_coming from him. That_realization spawns something primal in_me. He protected me. He saved_me. His_warmth kept_me from falling off the cliff of horrible memories into a_darkness I knew I would never_be able to escape.

Rational_thought is_gone._Need overwhelms me_as_I grab_his face and pull it to mine._Our mouths_meet in a painful clash, but_I don't stop. I_can't._I need him. I need to_feel his warmth, his emotion. I_have to be buried in_it_after_what Archer tried to show_me. Just the thought of all_those terrible memories_trying to cram themselves into my mind_makes_me wince and I shove them_away_in desperation.

I can't feel that again._The_pain_and guilt and fear. I_can't lose myself in what happened_to him. Escape. Safety. Forgetting. I drown myself in_Malachi's touch. When_he tries to pull away,_to_say_something, I refuse to let him go. My lips beg_him, plead_with him to_stay. Raking my fingers down his bare back, I pull_him closer and close every last inch_of space between us. He can't let go. Please, don't let_go.

