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They meet when they’re both on the run from things normal people wouldn’t understand.
A book full of demons.
A man who exists in nightmares.
They have scars on the outside, but it’s the ones underneath skin that binds them closer. The festering rot of your body used against you. The rawness of losing those around you one by one.
They start running together.
A silent understanding that doesn’t begrudge the space between them in bed. Doesn’t hold the automatic flinches against each other.
Mia helps her sleep.
Nancy helps her stay sober.
It isn’t healing, but it’s close enough.