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When Shane woke up, he wasn't free. He was being held tight.
So everything was alright, even though his eyes were full of horrified tears. A nightmare.
Being haunted by the feeling that would haunt him forever.
If you had died, I would have died too.
But right now, he was being held tight, and Ilya was breathing on his hair. Shane could count each breath, and it felt like the most important sensation in the world.
Ilya breathing him.
I want to be this forever.
He would never want a life being anything but the air giving Ilya life.