Scared

Abby watched as Remo disappeared into the kitchen, his silhouette fading into the shadows. A part of her wanted to protest, to tell him that she didn't deserve his kindness, that she didn't deserve anyone's kindness.

But another part of her, a small, fragile part, whispered that maybe, just maybe, she wasn't alone in this after all. Maybe there was someone who cared, someone who was willing to stand by her side, even in the darkest of times.

As she waited for Remo to return, Abby allowed herself to hope, if only for a moment, that maybe, just maybe, there was a sliver of light at the end of the tunnel, a glimmer of hope amidst the suffocating darkness. And for now, that was enough.

Remo returned with a concoction in hand, a mixture of ingredients that promised relief from the throbbing in Abby's head. He handed her the glass, his eyes still holding that unspoken concern.