Lily's breath caught in her chest as he turned around and ran towards her. Her arms slackened and her bag dropped from her shoulder seconds before he caught her up in his arms. A dam inside her broke as he crushed her to him and she broke down completely, her tears dampening the fabric beneath her face. Her arms reached up and held him tight, feeling his solid, comforting body beneath her fingers. She closed her eyes and for a moment, she felt like she was home.
A scathing, sarcastic voice floated towards them from the stage. She lowered her arms, shooting a glare at the source. Turning back to Dougie, she felt his hands on her arms, checking her over, seeing if she was hurt. For the first time, she really looked at him. He towered over her, like always. He had his bulky green hoodie and customary purple beanie on, so she couldn't see much of his skin, but he didn't seem to be injured.
She looked up into his face. His expression was that of mingled worry and joy. His hands gripped her shoulders, and his eyes found hers.
She heard him murmur “Thank god...” and for the first time since this nightmare started, she felt her mouth curling into a small, genuine smile. There were so many things she wanted to tell him, so many things she wished she could say. All she could do was smile. “Hey,” he said.
She chuckled slightly, reaching a hand up to wipe away her tears. “Hey.”
As she lowered her hand, she caught sight of something blue on Dougie's wrist. She glanced at it, and her heart plummeted. It was a light blue bandana. Fresh tears stung at her eyes, and she closed them, biting her lip in an attempt to force back her emotions. Why couldn't she have a moment, just one moment of happiness that wasn't marred by worry or grief or death? Why was that too much to ask?
She kept her eyes closed for a few seconds before opening them, trying not to look at Dougie. It hurt; she'd only just found him, and now she couldn't even look at him. She couldn't have that conversation, though, not now.
More out of a need to switch her train of thought than out of any actual interest, she looked over at the stage. “Who are they?”
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