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When Liz woke up it was dark. How long had it been since she was thrown into this cell? She couldn’t remember, she didn’t want to know. What if she never got out again? She closed her eyes again, trying not to feel the darkness, trying to imagine her parents were right beside her, holding and comforting her because she just had a horrible nightmare. But she couldn’t. Liz opened her eyes again, the darkness even deeper than before.
Tears made their way to the corners of her eyes but she suppressed them. Crying wasn’t going to help, no one would see her tears anyway.
Hugging her knees she tried not to think. Not about her mother, as she would remember her lying on the ground in a pool of her own blood in the end, a man with a cold smile standing above her, one foot on her back, the sword he killed her with still stuck between her shoulderblades. She could almost hear the man grumbling about her dirtying his sword again. She also tried not to think about her father too much, still alive in her latest memory but badly hurt, crying, begging the group of men coming towards his child not to take her away. Liz would never forget the look in his eyes as they took her anyway.
She wanted to meet them so badly but she was scared, so scared of the thought of both of them being dead. As long as she was here, as horrible as it was, she could still hold on to the hope that both of them were alive somehow.
Suddenly there were voices. She couldn’t make out what they were saying but they were coming nearer. When the door opened Liz couldn’t see anything, the light she hasn’t seen for so long hurt her eyes. “Rejoice, little girl, you’ll get a new home soon”, said the slave trader with the cold smile.
When Liz woke up it was dark. Fear struck her. She was alone in this room and it was quiet. She always tried to be strong but the truth was she hated the dark and she hated being alone the dark. It made her remember things, things she wants to keep buried deep inside her.
She hears a sound, steps coming closer, she starts to shiver, she ruffles the sheets, unsure if hiding below them would do anything. The door is opening and the light coming from the hallway is blinding her so she couldn’t see the person standing there.
“Liz? Why are you crying?”, Meliodas asked as he rushed over to see what was wrong with her.
She felt her face and it was wet. He was right, why was she crying? Crying wouldn’t help her, right? She buried her face inside her hands. No one would see her tears anyway, right?
Very softly Meliodas removed her hands from her face, looking her in the eyes. She must look terrible right now but he looks at her, with an expression she has never before seen on him. So deeply worried it almost looked as if he’d start crying any time too.
She felt her cheeks becoming hot as tears ran down her face once again.
She grabbed Meliodas’ back and quickly pulled him closer, hugging him as tightly as she could.
“I’m okay”, she whispered, while she clearly wasn’t.
She felt her lover’s hands on her back as he softly returned the hug.
“As long as you’re here I’m okay”, she breathed.