Memory

She remembers. Even at night she remembers. Each heartbeat pulses with longing and downright love. She yearns to feel his soft, gentle voice whispering words in her ear when she bursts into tears. The uninterrupted silence as she begins her story. The attentive silence in which he listens. How will she cope now? The endless beatings and abusive language she goes through everyday. What will she do? But she must stay strong for the both of them. She is waiting for him to come back. Night after endless night. The memory of the warm circle of his arms still cocoons her in a strange safe way and she sleeps waiting for the dreams to begin once more and so that sleep can claim her as its own once more. Perhaps this time she will wake to silence instead of rough hands shaking her awake.

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