My body fell to the ground in exhaustion, only to be jolted back up. A hand squeezed my shoulder, sending me spinning around. “I knew you’d come.” Allison smiled with soft brown eyes. She stood on her own. Her scars had almost healed and most of the dried blood had been washed from her face, beautiful. My arms lunged to embrace her. We fell into a pool of tears.
This time it was her, the one who picked me up off the ground. I was lost for words as I always had been when she was around. “I was awake, you know, aware. My soul knew, even though my eyes couldn't see. I know what you did for me. I know all of it. You pulled me out. You saved me.” Allison said.
Her deep brown eyes still leaking water at the corners, told a journey of pain and suffering. “All of it?” I asked. Allison could only nod. My head fell into my hands as she spoke.