<span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(32, 178, 170)"><span style="font-size: 26px"><span style="font-family: 'Allura', 'cursive'">Audrey</span></span></span><br/><br/>That night had been a shit show, but the end was near. She was exhausted and the only thing that made things better was the warm arm around her. She didn’t want to think anymore and sleep was starting to sound really good.<br/><br/>Sam’s words were comforting, even though she may not have shown it. Audrey couldn’t remember the last time she’d had human contact like this. To be held, even just to be consoled, felt foreign to her now. She’d warded off people getting close beforehand. She knew that if they got close, she may get distracted from her purpose and they may get hurt as well. Now that the purpose of keeping the camp safe was no longer required, Audrey was starting to realize that all the things she’d kept from herself...she could have again.<br/><br/>As Sam started to hum, Audrey closed her eyes and moved a little closer to him. “That sounds pretty...what is it?”