Status: COMPLETED.
The Man Who Couldn't Die
TWELVE;
He came home on a Thursday in 1943. Holland sat at the train station for fourteen hours, waiting for him. He was one of the last ones who stepped off the train, and the minute she saw the edge of his hair, she ran towards him and launched herself at him.
He chuckled in her ear and pulled away, kissing her on the lips.
When they arrived home, she sat in front of him and traced his new scars. He had one over his eyebrow and another on his chest. She burst into tears and he held her in his arms until she stopped.
"Why're you cryin', Hol?" he asked, murmuring.
She sniffled and looked up at him. "You're alive...you're okay."
He kissed the top of her hair, but he didn't say anything back.
He chuckled in her ear and pulled away, kissing her on the lips.
When they arrived home, she sat in front of him and traced his new scars. He had one over his eyebrow and another on his chest. She burst into tears and he held her in his arms until she stopped.
"Why're you cryin', Hol?" he asked, murmuring.
She sniffled and looked up at him. "You're alive...you're okay."
He kissed the top of her hair, but he didn't say anything back.
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OH GOD IT'S ALMOST BEEN A WEEK I'M SO SORRYI don't even know why I forgot to update this D:
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