"Thank you for coming in today, Ms. Amari." Said the woman Fareeha had talked to yesterday. The grieving woman sat at the other end of a small table in a dimly lit room that looked very much like the interrogation rooms one would see in sinister movies. It all felt so unreal. She had been disassociating all morning. When she had left Angela's home early that morning she felt a guilt that was entirely brought about by herself and it carried over into the rest of her day.

The things she had done the night before were purely that the only thing she had come to process and understand was the fact that she was single again. It was a mixture of sorrow and loneliness and years of not receiving what she needed that drove her to be physical with the med student. She knew Angela was more than able to give her the relationship she needed and the more Fareeha had thought about Angela, the easier it was to lose control when she was given the opportunity. She had been keeping her emotions and need for Angela inside for so long that the second they were acceptable to let out, everything came with it. Truthfully, neither Angela or Fareeha felt that their actions were acceptable that night. They needed one another, but they didn't need to create something both weren't ready for.

"Ms. Amari…" Repeated the detective.

Fareeha looked up slowly from where she had been focusing on her train of thought, her wounded eyes meeting the detective. An air of dread choked her. Fareeha would finally learn more about this woman she had thought she knew for years. She was hardly ready.

"Yes…" said Fareeha, her leg bouncing on the floor nervously.

"Sombra is a world class hacker." Began the detective, "She had her start in New Mexico and then began working her way up the crime ladder as a criminal that had amazing, almost supernatural talent with a computer. She could hack into criminal databases, buildings, doors that are locked by keycard, she even organized a prison break for a drug cartel through a room on a third story in a nearby hotel."

Fareeha narrowed her eyes, absorbing the information as best she could. All Fareeha thought about was how Sombra kissed her, hugged her, and loved her as purely as she could. She even went so far as to call their sex 'making love' occasionally. Fareeha had loved her back and taken care of her and she had made her laugh and in turn she made Fareeha laugh and fall in love with her until the very end.

This couldn't be real.

"Her real name, to us, is Alejandra. She's able to disappear, then reappear some time later with a whole new identity. She's able to erase everything about herself, and then find a new man or woman who will agree to be in a relationship with her to avoid suspicion of a single woman living alone. It gives her cover. She knows drug lords and people in power all across the world and none of them can contact her or find her unless she contacts them first. If paid enough, she has the ability to kill. She's been known to malfunction elevators, train cars, and even crushed someone under a theme park ride. Think of her as a hacker hit man for not only murder, but theft, and other crime."

Alejandra.

That was her name.

Fareeha lowered her head once more and lifted a hand to run her fingers through her hair.

Alejandra…not Sombra.

"Are you alright, Ms. Amari?" The detective asked.

"It's…a lot of information to take in." Answered Fareeha whos head was swimming in the horrible, sudden fear at the fact that she had been dating a killer for years. The amount of arguments the two had…Alejandra could have killed her effortlessly and made it seem like it was an innocent accident. Why did she stay?

"I understand." Said the woman who was clearly used to seeing men and women shaken, "Now, can you tell us everything you know about her?"

Fareeha paused and tried to keep her thoughts in check. She sighed and massaged her temple. She had a headache.

"She lived in a separate apartment from me." Fareeha began, "I've only been there a few times but she had at least three laptops laying around. One she kept in her bedroom, one downstairs on a desk and one that was hidden in a bag in the closet. She had a safe in there too which I thought was strange but I guess I know what it was for now. She would disappear sometimes at night…then come back the next morning looking like she hadn't slept. It happened often. She would never tell me what she did on her laptops. She always bought new ones all the time. What…did you find on the one she dropped?"

"Nothing." Said the detective bitterly, "On the way back to the bureau the men who had confiscated the technology crashed due to the laptop's battery exploding remotely. We have nothing."

Fareeha shook her head and laughed incredulously. This was insane. This was more than insane, it was impossible. What were the odds…

"Ms. Amari?"

What were the odds?

"Yes?"

"I understand that she was in love with your friend Angela Zeigler."

Fareeha clenched her jaw and sighed very deeply, "Yes…she was drugging her with a date rape drug and tying her up. She liked…bondage. It's the kind of drug that makes you forget everything that happened after and you feel shitty."

The detective nodded her head.

"That's new for her."

"Oh. Good. Glad she's branching off into this sort of thing now." Fareeha spat acidly, dark sarcasm making her feel slightly better, "I'm sorry I can't be more help."

"You've been a victim." Said the detective, "We'll be around in case something happens with her. She's been known to come back and finish what she started."

Fareeha's stomach dropped…finish what she started?

"What do you mean?" she asked.

"She's never left lose ends in her life." The detective said, "The men and women or good friends she had made in her time somewhere always die in unexplained ways. Sometimes we never find them, sometimes we find them and…I won't give you details."

Fareeha sat back in her chair, looking blankly at the wall. Now her life was in danger? Should she even stay home? Should she move? Should she erase her existence just like Sombra? What about Angela? Sombra…Alejandra had been in love with her too. Her life would be in danger too. Angela would come into questioning later that day and it would give Fareeha time to think.

When she was released from questioning, she was given a personal number to call either the detective or her partner. She left the building feeling as if she were still in some kind of impossible nightmare. She knew this sort of thing happened to other people but she never could have seen herself in this situation. She knew the hard reality was waiting for her along with an acute fear of death. Her train of thought roared deafeningly as she opened her card door and sat herself down in the warmth of the sun that shone through the windshield. Her hands clutched the wheel and she leaned her head forward, pressing it against the top. The silence inside the car made the ringing in her ears more prominent….then all of her thoughts were silenced in a single moment.

"Fareeha?"

A soft knock came at the window and the woman looked up to see Angela standing in the wind outside. Fareeha opened the door a little ways, said, "Come sit down" then closed the door again. Angela nodded and hurried to the other side of the car, opening the door and sitting herself down beside Fareeha.

Silence enveloped the car once again, the only sound was Fareeha's finger tapping rhythmically against the steering wheel. Angela looked ahead of her and Fareeha did the same.

"So…" Angela began, "You just got out of questioning?"

"Yes." Fareeha replied, knowing that Angela was in for one hell of a day, "I…I'm so sorry I dragged you into this."

"You didn't drag me into anything." Angela replied, stopping herself from placing a hand on Fareeha's tense shoulder, "You came into my life in a way I wasn't expecting and I persisted. I wanted to be with you…"

"We also need…to talk about last night." Fareeha sighed, shaking her head, "I know that things got out of hand."

"I agree." Angela responded, looking away.

"It was just…"

Both fell quiet again and Fareeha lifted a hand to run her fingers through her hair. Angela placed a lock of her blonde hair behind her ear. Fareeha looked at her out of the corner of her eye. Angela's ponytail seemed to be her favorite style to go with. Her hair had enough lift that it sort of naturally spiked out in an attractively frizzy way. Her blue eyes were always analyzing and she seemed to always be thinking. Her life was so planned and everything seemed so easy and on a routine that Fareeha felt like the worst person in the world for wrecking her focus and way of life. She watched as Angela's lips parted in the way they always did when she was trying to think of something to say.

"When I met you at the lake that day I didn't expect to find myself attracted to you as much as I am." Fareeha admitted, talking so the blonde didn't have to.

Angela turned her head to look at her, her blue eyes softening and a smile curving at her lips.

"It's alright." Said the younger woman, "I know I came on strong. Since you never really told me to keep it held back I just sort of let it slip out every now and again, hoping you'd leave Sombra eventually."

Fareeha breathed out through her nose quickly at the fake name. She then fought past her sorrow and smiled, "I should have never…gotten involved with her in the first place."

"How?" Angela asked.

"I'm not sure if I'm comfortable telling you right now." Fareeha said, reaching over to take Angela's hand. She held it softly and Angela knitted their fingers together.

"You think we should take it slow." Angela said after a soft pause, "Let things sink in."

"Yeah." Fareeha answered, "I'm sorry that I let it go that far last night."

"Don't apologize." Angela sighed, smiling, "I needed you right then…coming out of that drug was never easy. It's like I had been hit in the head and laid on the couch…I might as well have been. I don't know if I'm ever gonna find a way to get rid of these headaches."

Fareeha smiled softly and leaned over to kiss Angela's cheek softly, "I would like to be with you and help you through this."

Angela leaned forward and lifted her hand to catch Fareeha's face before she could move away. Silence filled the car for the third time and Fareeha felt so sick of it. Angela was the only one that could quiet her mind. Fareeha loved the way Angela's cool fingers felt against her cheek and she leaned her head into her palm slightly and reached behind Angela to carefully pull Angela's pony tail out.

"Why do you do that?" Angela asked, removing her hands from Fareeha in an attempt to fix what she thought to be her messy hair.

"I love the way you look when your hair is down." Fareeha admitted, backing away slightly to look at her. Angela blinked, lowered her hands and shyly looking away. The older woman reached down to stroke her cheek. Angela giggled and lifted a hand to touch Fareeha's.

"Well I…" Angela began, then paused and pressed her lips together as she always did. Fareeha ran her thumb over her mouth and Angela looked her in the eye, vulnerability shining behind the sky blue.

"When you come out of there, just know that I'll be here for you." Fareeha said.

Angela's face fell. Fareeha watched her ever curious eyes as they flicked from her to the building as if she were just remembering where she was. Angela sat back and Fareeha let her go. Again, the choking sense of dread encompassed them both and the younger woman looked nervously to her companion.

"You say that like I'm going to hear something horrible." Angela muttered.

Fareeha remained silent and played with Angela's hair tie in her fingers for a few moments before the younger woman took a breath, then placed a hand on the door handle of Fareeha's car. She held it for a few moments in which Fareeha watched her, wishing she would never go and hear what she was about to hear. Angela's hand slipped away from the handle and she turned around, smiling sadly.

"I don't want…to go in."

"I'll be here for you." Fareeha said, smiling, wishing she could just drive away with her and hide somewhere so secluded that no one would ever find them.

"I know you will be…" Angela replied, "Answer me this before I go in."

Fareeha nodded and continued to twist the hair tie around her fingers.

"What are we?"

The older woman held Angela's gaze and said in a level tone, "On hold."

Angela smiled, albeit a bit sadly in a reluctant understanding. She then leaned forward and kissed Fareeha's cheek as she did to her not moments ago and lingered there for Fareeha gave her comfort unlike she had ever found in anyone else.

"Will I need you tonight?" she whispered.

Fareeha closed her eyes slowly and smelled a slight perfume from her lovely, soft hair, "…You won't want to be alone alone..."

"Will you be there for me?" Angela asked.

"As long as you can be there for me." Fareeha replied.

The older woman moved away and watched as fear clouded Angela's face at her words. Fareeha nodded towards the door handle and Angela took one last look at Fareeha, then excused herself from the car, holding the strap of her cream colored purse against her chest in a white knuckled grip as she walked through the front doors.

Not able to stand the sound of the quiet anymore, Fareeha turned the keys in the ignition and the rumble of the car starting to life filled her a strange relief. She turned the radio up so loud that she could barely think, then pulled out of the driveway on her way home.

By the time the meeting was over, Angela was in tears. Too much information had been given to her at once and a possible threat of death had her already reeling, aching head stinging. She left the room looking like she had been injured somehow, and the ride back home felt like she was riding towards a death trap. What did she get herself into? Should she move back home to Switzerland? Should she just forget all about Fareeha and find a nice girl or boy back home where she wouldn't have to worry about…

It was bad enough to be sexually assaulted, which was a delicate subject in and of itself for her. She hadn't given it much thought before it was actually done to her. She was a private, orderly person and she didn't like her life being disrupted like that. But now, not only had it been disrupted, it was to be continuously disrupted almost daily due to the unending fear of assault or possible homicide.

As she stepped into her apartment, her keys jingling lightly in her fist, she rushed to the other end of the room to turn the TV on. Ambient noise flooded the room and she began to pace. Should she move back to Switzerland? Should she? She walked back and forth, her eyes flicking to the windows at the front of her home then back to the TV and then the floor. Her beating heart hadn't slowed down since the detective had first begun to tell her who Sombra truly was. Angela was exhausted but her panic hadn't subsided. She wanted to sit down but she couldn't bare the sight of her own couch.

What would be her first move? She should avoid elevators now? Would she be smashed in between an electric door or shot from a third story building on her way to school? Would she be taken and never heard from again? Would she never see Fareeha again?

Fareeha…Oh, Fareeha.

She had known about this in the car before she went inside.

Angela thought to call her but she found her hand stopping as she reached towards her pocket to pull out her phone. She needed to think. She couldn't drown out her fear by losing herself in Fareeha's touch or gaze again. The woman wasn't a coping mechanism. Angela had to deal with this chokingly real problem on her own.

She was in the middle of her schooling. She couldn't leave for Switzerland. Maybe she should change addresses and…bring Fareeha with her. It would most likely interfere with her work situation but Angela could always work something out with her parents who had supported her this far in her endeavors in America. They could always…work something out. And if not, Angela would be happy living on the streets. So long as she had Fareeha.

It wasn't the dear girl's fault that Angela had been brought into this mess. She was just looking for love…

The woman realized that she had stopped pacing and lifted her head to pay attention to a commercial that was running for a used car business a few miles away. She sighed, her brain going blank for a much needed moment of clarity. She slid her hand down her side and into her pocket to bring out her phone. She dialed Fareeha's number almost unconsciously. It was instinct. She didn't feel any regret.

It rang three times, then the woman picked up the phone, the sound of music blaring in the background.

"Hello?"

"Can't stand to be in the quiet, either, huh?" Angela said sadly, smiling at the sound of her voice.

"Oh god." Fareeha sighed, her smile clear through the phone, "Yeah I can't…really look at the windows either for some reason."

It felt good to hear that Angela wasn't alone in this…

"Do you want to come over and bake something?" Angela asked.

"…How about you come over here and we can go to the store and buy some baking ingredients for a recipe that you pick?"

That sounded like the best thing possibly ever.

"Oh! Yes!" Angela grinned, the situation momentarily forgotten, "Let me pick something out! Do you want something simple?"

"Bring over a recipe that's fun." Fareeha replied.

"Alright…I will!" Angela said, rushing into the kitchen and opening her recipe drawer to rustle through her papers, stained notecards and magazine clippings. Then she saw one under the dessert section that she pulled out and set on the counter, grinning.

"See you in a few?" Fareeha asked, "I'll pay for the stuff."

"No no, I'll take a few more minutes to go the store and grab the ingredients." Angela said, rushing to grab her purse, "You just sit tight and wait for me okay?"

"…Alright. Hurry." Fareeha laughed, but a part of Angela could tell that she was serious. She hung up the phone with a sweet goodbye, grabbed the recipe and rushed out the door with her purse. She rushed hurriedly to the store and grabbed the things for the recipe. It wasn't much, and the more she thought about it the faster she went. Fareeha was waiting out on the step for her when she arrived and Angela grinned as she watched the attractive woman stand and wave eagerly.

Nobody would want to be alone after what they just learned so their time together was justified, Angela thought. She grabbed her bags from the passenger seat and almost bounced up to Fareeha who ushered her inside by placing a hand at the small of her back. Angela stepped inside and Fareeha followed her to the kitchen eagerly where the younger woman sat the bag down on the table for one and began removing the simple ingredients.

"…Is that..." Fareeha began, a smile tugging at her lip.

"Smores!" Angela announced

As the two looked down over the pile of marshmallows, chocolate and graham crackers they smiled, wondering how they would make them.

"What are the raspberries for?" Fareeha asked, standing close to Angela and sliding a hand down her back and into her back pocket. Angela straightened and bit her bottom lip as she felt Fareeha's fingers fanning out, touching a bit of her ass.

"M…" Angela began, "I…just kinda love raspberries and I thought…"

The taller girl reached out and grabbed the small box of raspberries and her hand moved slightly in Angela's pants, making her heart leap and her tongue stick to the roof of her mouth. Fareeha held them up and shook them in front of Angela's face.

"You like raspberries huh? I'm more into blackberries, but you picked out a good batch here." She removed her hand from Angela's pants to open the container. Fareeha ate one, then held another out for Angela. The younger girl took it and suddenly had an idea.

"Fareeha…" She began, placing the berry between her lips, "Come and get it."

The taller woman froze at the sight of the gorgeous woman asking for that kind of attention and paused for just the right amount of time before she leaned down close and flicked the tip of her tongue so perfectly that it brushed against Angela's lips while taking the berry from her mouth in one motion. Angela received a shock down her spine and the hair on her arms stood on end.

"So how are we going to make these?" Fareeha asked, in disbelief at how she did that correctly, "Microwave?"

"S…sure." Angela said quietly pleasantly stunned. She reached out to grab one of the bars of chocolate and Fareeha opened the marshmallows. The music that was playing on the TV kept both of their minds at ease until Angela noticed Fareeha looking almost absentmindedly at the doorway every now and again. They began to make the dessert, placing the ingredients together and sticking them in the microwave. Not much was said while they made their snacks but both sat down at the table while the microwave hummed away.

They avoided each other's eyes. Fareeha's mind began to wander at the possibility that she might be putting Angela's life in danger by being around her, but then she remembered that Sombra was after her just as much as she was after Fareeha. Alejandra…not Sombra.

"Do you want to talk about it?" Angela asked, quieting Fareeha's thoughts once more.

"There's not much to say." Fareeha said, rubbing her eyes tiredly, "It's unfair to you, it's unfair to me. It's scary and wrong. I thought about moving back home for a while but I don't have anyone else in my family alive other than my father to rely on for support. My dad doesn't really want to have anything to do with me either and I wouldn't do well in the cold up in Canada."

"You thought about moving back to Cairo?" Angela asked, thrumming her fingers on the table, "Funny…because I thought about moving back home to Switzerland."

Fareeha lifted her head to look at Angela, her face calm and reassuring. The taller woman ignored the sound of the beeping microwave and sighed, "I…I don't know. I was going to ask you to come with me but I don't know how I'd support you. And when it comes to me staying with you I don't want to come live with you and be such a burden on your life. You're a student…you're studying to be a doctor someday. You've got a promising life ahead of you and I'm…I just want to be happy." The taller woman let her eyes fall to the floor again and she lifted her hand to run her fingers through her hair, "That's all I really ever wanted."

Angela stayed silent, watching her. She thought about insisting that Fareeha stay with her because she knew that she could make her happy. Fareeha wasn't a burden in her life, she was a blessing, and Angela had every faith in herself and Fareeha that they could make it through this mess that this criminal had created.

"I'm sorry." Fareeha said, standing up and moving towards the living room, "I just…"

"Hold on, hold on." Angela said, impatiently standing and reaching for Fareeha's hand, "Fareeha…"

"A-and you!" Fareeha laughed bitterly, taking her hand away, "You! You went through all this just because my ass decided to save a pretty girl from falling in a lake. I don't regret a second of my time with you, but I just wish that you hadn't been dragged into this. Maybe it's best if I just…"

"Stop it!" Angela insisted, reaching forward to grab her hand defiantly, squeezing it in a sure grip, "Stop talking like that."

"I can't." Fareeha said adamantly, "Look, your life is in danger and-"

"It's NOT your fault and we're BOTH in danger!" Angela said, raising her voice for the first time.

Fareeha instantly quieted herself and Angela let go of her hand, "You don't understand." She said quietly, "You truly don't. None of this is your fault. None of it. I'm…head over heels for you. I've loved you for ages, Fareeha, you know this. Do you really think that I would blame you for what someone else did? Do you think I'm the kind of person to leave when things are rough?"

"This isn't just rough." Fareeha interjected, "This is…terrifying."

"Be that as it may," Angela continued, "You weren't the one that came around and made me uncomfortable. You weren't the one that took advantage of me and…touched me without consent. You weren't the one that went so far as…"

"I know…I know its okay, you don't have to talk about it." Fareeha said calmly, lifting a hand to rub her face. A pause happened and Angela looked over her shoulder to look at the microwave that had long since finished. She then turned her head to look up at Fareeha. She found herself reaching forward to place a hand against her chest.

"I'm…scared." She said honestly.

Fareeha got a sudden sense of protection. It settled over her gently and a lump formed her in her throat. She watched as Angela moved close to her, her face red and tears in her eyes. Angela wasn't the type to admit weakness or fear. The day she had found out she had been taken advantage of, she had comforted Fareeha instead of giving herself time to heal. Fareeha reached down and placed a hand over the back of Angela's head, and moving her forward against her chest. Angela placed her hands around Fareeha's waist and let out all her panic and sadness at once. A sound escaped her throat that broke Fareeha's heart. She rubbed her back and sighed deeply, sadness overcoming every thought in her mind.

Fareeha held her securely until she was through with her crying. Angela had never cried in front of anyone other than her mother and she didn't want to lift her head. Fareeha carefully placed a hand on the back of Angela's hair, "I'm here for you."

Angela hugged Fareeha tighter and the taller woman smiled in genuine pleasure, kissing the crown of Angela's head.

"I got…tears on your shirt." Angela muttered in a voice so disgruntled it made Fareeha laugh.

"...You're so cute." Fareeha grinned continuing to stroking her hair in the way she knew Angela liked, "That's okay…come with me."

She moved away from Angela, beckoning her forward with gestures from both hands. The smaller girl followed Fareeha back into the living room and onto the couch where the taller girl laid herself down and opened her arms for Angela to lay down atop her. Angela gladly did so and straddled Fareeha, resting her head in the crook of her neck while the older girl settled herself into this warming position. She didn't care what happened to her as long as Angela could live the life she wanted to live. All would be well with her just to see the girl happy. She loved the feel of the woman atop her as she snuggled against her.

"No matter what, I want you in my life, Angela." Fareeha confessed, her fingers running up and down the smaller girl's back, "I don't want to leave this place and leave you without knowing what it's like to be with you first. I'm really hung up on you and I feel like if we go our separate ways we'll miss a huge opportunity here."

"I agree…" Angela said, feeling her body relax reluctantly, "I'm so tired."

"It's been too big of a day…" Fareeha hummed, slipping her hands under Angela's shirt to scratch her back sleepily, "Too much happened. We need rest."

Angela lifted her head slowly to look at Fareeha, then she sat up, still straddling her. Fareeha watched as the med student slipped her arms inside of her shirt and undid her bra. The older woman didn't think to ask what Angela was doing, but didn't complain as Angela folded her neat little bra, then laid it down on the floor next to the couch. Fareeha received a shiver of pure attraction as Angela rested herself back against Fareeha's chest, her breasts pressing just under her own.

"Hope you don't mind me getting comfy." Angela sighed, lifting her hand to place against one of Fareeha's breasts.

"N…not at all." The older woman replied, trying not to sound shaken.

Angela nuzzled into Fareeha's shirt, playing with the small wrinkles in the fabric with her fingers. Fareeha felt aroused but held it back for relaxation's sake. Neither of them knew what to do next, but neither had the energy to care. Due to the stressful, sleepless night before, they were thrown off schedule and shaken to their very cores. Finding comfort in one another was the best they could do, and a drowsy afternoon in a clean room with white noise coming from a television accompanied by the smell of warm chocolate was an ideal place to rest.

Fareeha could smell the sweet scent of Angela's shampoo and remembered the fact that she forgot to shower that morning. Angela always smelled so good. She wanted to squeeze her and hold her and kiss her and love her until the sun set and until it rose again. God she was in too deep.

"You smell good." Angela stated suddenly.

"I forgot to shower this morning." Fareeha sighed, smiling, "I don't smell good."

"You smell like you." The smaller girl said, nuzzling into her chest, "I like the way you smell…it's nice."

"You smell like...lemon." Fareeha said quietly, lifting a hand to touch Angela's hair, "You smell so clean."

Angela lifted her head and crossed her arms over her chest, looking up at her with warm, blue eyes, "You smell a little bit like a pine tree."

"A pine tree…" Fareeha smiled, amused, "Never heard that one before."

Angela giggled sleepily and moved herself upwards slightly so that she was eye level with Fareeha, "I bet you taste good too."

Fareeha lifted her hands and brushed the hair away from Angela's face so she could have a good view of her soft face, "Why don't you try me out and see how you like it?"

The med student smiled in a way that gave Fareeha a jolt of pleasure as Angela leaned down slowly and kissed her lips. Fareeha's eyes shut slowly and Angela made a soft, quiet hum that made Fareeha melt underneath her. The older woman doubted if she was real or a dream. She began to wonder if this was all a dream in which she would wake up and bring to reality. The waking moments never came and she was lulled into a wonderful trance by a girl she loved. Angela combed the hair away from Fareeha's face, running her fingers from her hairline back.

"Mmm." Angela hummed before letting go, "So good."

"I don't taste like a pine tree do I?"

Angela giggled and kissed her nose, "No, Habibi…"

To be called an affectionate name in Arabic, Fareeha smiled at her thoughtfulness and giggled, reaching up to pull Angela back down into more kisses. She felt herself growing more and more addicted to the softness of her lips, the presence of her face inches from hers, and the heat of her small body above her.

Sombra didn't cross her mind once within those quiet moments of peace.

"Angela…" Fareeha whispered, letting go and losing herself in her blue eyes once more, "I'm glad you're here. I don't know what I would have done without you."

"I don't know what I would have done without you either." Angela responded quietly, "But I don't want you to leave me…I'll be scared without you."

"I won't leave you." Fareeha said, holding her tightly, "We'll get through this."