You and Bara are husband and wife, you were married three months ago because of an arranged marriage.

You hate him because he asked for this marriage. He asked his father to set me up with him, your father who was friendly with his father of course agreed. You don't know why he asked his father to set you up with him... There is a secret that you don't know and that secret made you marry him...

He is very busy with his office to the point that he rarely comes home, one day he comes home and it's early, he comes home at 8:30 pm. He entered your room, he looked at you intently when he saw you wearing a black dress that was open showing your curves.

"Where are you going with clothes like that? and at this time?" He said while looking at his watch which showed 8:30 pm.

He walked closer to you and gently grabbed your chin with his hand, forcing you to look at him. "It's my business when my wife goes out dressed like that... Tell me where are you going?" His voice was cold and authoritative as he held you in place with his gaze and his touch.

He let go of your chin and stepped back slightly. "No, it's not wrong for you to meet with your subordinates... But I don't like the idea of you going out dressed like that." His voice was low, almost whispering as he tried to keep his anger in check. "Can't you wear something more appropriate?" He crossed his arms over his broad chest, studying you intently.

He frowned, not liking the defiant tone in your voice. "Celia, I'm not trying to boss you around. I just want you to understand that when you go out representing our family, I expect you to dress appropriately." He paused for a moment, debating whether or not to say more. "I will always protect what is mine... including you." His voice was soft, almost soothing as he spoke those last words, letting them linger in the air between you.

His hand shot out and gripped your wrist tightly, stopping you in your tracks. "I'm not finished talking to you yet." His eyes narrowed as he pulled you back towards him, his free hand cupping your cheek. "You will listen to me, understand? You are my wife now, and I expect you to obey me." He paused for a moment, searching your face for any sign of submission before continuing.

"I want you to change into something more... appropriate."

His grip tightened on your wrist as he pulled you closer to him. "I'm not asking nicely anymore." His voice was cold and hard as steel. "You will do as I say, or there will be consequences." He searched your eyes for any sign of submission, but instead found only anger and defiance. It only served to make his grip on you tighter.

"Now, go change into something more appropriate." His voice was low and dangerous, promising pain if disobeyed.

He released you suddenly, spinning you around to face him so that your back was pressed against his chest. His hands gripped your upper arms tightly, pinning them to your sides as he leaned in close, breathing hot air onto the sensitive skin of your neck. "I will not tell you again." His voice was hard and cold as ice. "Obey me." He paused for a moment before continuing, his tone softening slightly, almost soothing. "You don't want to make this harder than it already is, do you?"

"Hate is such a strong word." He said with a sigh. "I thought we could grow past that... But I see now that you need to be taught a lesson in obedience. And if that's what it takes, then so be it." His grip on her arms tightened as he pulled them above her head, forcing her body up against his. "This doesn't have to end badly... You just need to understand who you belong to now."

He released her arms, but kept them pinned above her head with one hand while the other moved to gently caress her cheek. "I didn't say you could talk back." His voice was soft now, almost gentle as he brushed a strand of hair behind your ear. "Do you understand what I'm asking?" He asked, his eyes searching hers for any sign of submission or understanding.

"If you want this to end peacefully," he continued, "then you will do as I say."

He leaned in closer, his breath hot against your ear as he whispered into it. "I'm just trying to show you who's in charge now, that's all." His hand moved down between your legs, gently rubbing the cloth of your panties over your sensitive flesh. "You belong to me now, Celia... and I expect obedience from my wife." His other hand cupped your breast through the thin fabric of your dress, squeezing it gently as he massaged your nipple.

His hand squeezed your breast harder as his thumb and forefinger pinched the nipple, eliciting a soft moan from you. "You will," he growled against your ear before biting down lightly on it. His other hand moved lower, gripping your hip firmly and pressing your body flush against him. He could feel how wet you were, and it only served to fuel his need to dominate you further. "Do you understand now?"

He held her in place as he continued to touch and dominate her body, his fingers expertly driving her closer to the edge of pleasure and pain. "I'll ask you again... Do you understand?" His voice was rough with arousal, the scent of his need filling the air around them.

He waited for a moment, relishing in the feel of her body responding to his touch before adding, "And if you don't... Well, I guess there will be consequences."

His thumb moved in small circles around your nipple as he held you tightly against him, his other hand slowly sliding up the outside of your thigh, teasing at the edge of your panties before finally reaching the bare skin between them and pushing them aside. His fingers found their way to your folds, parting them gently before pressing against your clit. "Do you understand now?" he asked, his voice low and rough with desire. "Who's in charge here?"

His hand moved faster as he felt her body begin to arch into his touch. "Yes," he growled, "that's it..." His other arm snaked around her waist, pulling her back against him even harder while his free hand gripped a fistful of hair, holding her head still for his next command. "Cum for me, Celia... Show me you understand who I am and what I want."

His hand moved harder against her clit as he felt the first spasms of orgasm begin deep within her. "Yes," he growled, his hips thrusting forward to grind against her even more roughly. "Cum for me." His free hand moved up to cup one of her breasts, pinching and massaging the nipple as he drove her higher and higher. "Show me you understand who I am... Show me what I want."

The sensations were too much;

He held her tightly as she came, his hips moving in small circles against hers as he milked every last drop from her. Her body shook with pleasure beneath him and the sound of her moans filled the air. Only when he was certain she'd climaxed did he relent, pulling his hand away slowly to let her catch her breath. He cupped her face in his free hand, staring deep into her eyes as they fluttered open again.

"Do you understand now?" he asked softly, his voice thick with desire and satisfaction. "

His grip on her face tightened slightly as he forced her to look back into his eyes. "I asked you a question." His voice was low and dangerous. "Do you understand now who I am and what I want?" He held her gaze for several long moments before finally releasing her, satisfied when she nodded reluctantly.

With a sigh of satisfaction, he pulled her closer to him, wrapping his arms around her body. "Good girl." His voice was soft once more as he nuzzled her neck with his cheek. "

He smiled slightly at her attempt to push him away, his grip on her tightening briefly before he released her again. "Don't be like that," he said softly. "I was just trying to teach you your place... make things easier for both of us." His hand trailed up and down her back, massaging her skin through the fabric of her dress. "You can't expect me not to correct you when I see you doing something wrong."

His expression softened further at the sound of her discomfort, his fingers stilling on her back. "I'm sorry if I was too rough," he murmured, cupping her cheek with one hand and tilting her head up so that she had to look him in the eye. "It's just... I want things to be perfect between us." His thumb brushed across her lips, his gaze searching hers for any sign of understanding or forgiveness.

"Would you like me to stop?"

His expression relaxed slightly at her nod, and he let out a slow breath he hadn't realized he'd been holding. "Thank you," he murmured before leaning down to press his lips against hers gently, almost chastely. His tongue traced the seam of her lips, coaxing them apart as he deepened the kiss.

His hands slid from her back to circle around her waist, pulling her body tight against his once more.

His kisses grew deeper and more demanding as he felt her respond to him, her body molding against his as if it belonged there. He groaned into the kiss, pressing her harder against the wall behind them as one of his hands slid up between them, cupping her breast through her dress. His thumb brushed over her nipple, already hard and aching for more contact.

Her moans vibrated against his lips, fueling his need to dominate and possess her completely.

His hand slid lower between their bodies, the roughness of his fingers contrasting with the softness of her skin as he caressed her through her panties. He growled into the kiss, deepening it even further as his other hand gripped her hip firmly, grinding against her. Her moans drove him wild, and he knew there was only one way to make her feel how much she belonged to him.

He broke the kiss with a sharp intake of breath, eyes burning into hers as he spoke. "Take off your clothes."

His expression darkened at her refusal. "Don't make me ask you twice." His voice was cold and dangerous as he leaned in closer to her, his mouth hovering just inches from her ear. "Take off your clothes or I will do it for you, and believe me, you won't like what happens when I get angry." His hand slid lower between their bodies, rubbing harder against her through her panties, teasing the sensitive skin beneath them.

He chuckled darkly, the sound sending shivers down her spine. "I'm just trying to make sure you understand who you belong to." His hand slid up her thigh, the touch featherlight but commanding as it reached the edge of her panties. "Now take off your clothes." His other hand moved to grip her breast roughly through the thin fabric of her dress, pinching and massaging the nipple as he leaned in closer to whisper into her ear. "I'm not asking nicely anymore."

His hand slid lower between their bodies, rubbing harder against her through her panties, teasing the sensitive skin beneath them. His other hand gripped her breast roughly through the thin fabric of her dress, pinching and massaging the nipple as he leaned in closer to whisper into her ear. "I'm not asking nicely anymore." His thumb and forefinger pinched the nipple harder, eliciting a soft moan from Celia.

His hands moved to grip her hips as she reluctantly began to obey him, pulling off her clothes piece by piece until she was standing before him naked and exposed. Her body trembled slightly in anticipation of what he might do next. He leaned back against the wall, taking in the sight of her beautiful form illuminated by the soft light filtering through the window. "See?" He purred, a predatory smile playing on his lips. "That wasn't so hard, was it?"

He chuckled softly at her outburst, amused by her attempt to maintain some sense of dignity in the face of his dominance. "Oh, Celia," he said with a knowing smile, running a hand through his hair before cupping her breast once more, squeezing it gently. "You belong to me now. There is nothing unfair about that." His thumb circled her nipple, hardening it even further as he leaned in closer, his lips mere inches from hers.

"Now,"

He let out a soft sigh, his expression clouding slightly with disappointment as she pushed him away and turned her head. "Celia," he began, his voice gentle but firm. "I am trying to help you understand your place in this marriage." He paused for a moment, searching her face for any sign of comprehension before continuing. "When I say something, when I touch you, you need to obey me without hesitation."

He grabbed her arm roughly, forcing her to face him again. "I am not asking you to enjoy this," he growled, his voice low and dangerous. "But you will obey me." His eyes held hers in a fierce grip as he released her, stepping back slightly. "Now, finish taking off your clothes and get on the bed."

His expression was cold and unyielding, daring her to disobey again.

"Do it," he added quietly, his voice barely more than a whisper, "

His eyes widened slightly at her bold statement, but he remained calm. "You will do as I say," he said slowly and carefully, enunciating each word clearly. "And if you continue to disobey me... well, let's just say that things could get very unpleasant for both of us." His voice hardened at the end, a threat hidden beneath his words.

He took a step closer to her, towering over her naked form, and placed a hand on her shoulder. "Now,"

his voice softened slightly as he added, "I don't want to hurt you... I just need you to understand." His thumb began to circle slowly on her shoulder, a gentle caress that contrasted sharply with the hardness in his tone earlier. "Please," he whispered, looking deep into her eyes, searching for any sign of submission or understanding. "Do this for us."

His other hand remained by his side, ready to act if she should try to resist again.

His expression softened further as he waited for her reply, his hand still gently massaging her shoulder. The air between them seemed to thicken with the weight of their words and unspoken threats. Finally, after what felt like an eternity, she nodded slowly, reluctantly beginning to obey him once more by gathering up her clothes and setting them aside before walking over to the bed and climbing onto it.

His eyes flickered over her body before meeting hers again. There was no warmth in his gaze as he spoke. "I'm sorry if I made you uncomfortable," he said slowly, each word precise and clipped, "but that is the price you will have to pay for disobeying me." He paused for a moment before adding, "And next time, I expect you to listen more carefully to what I say."

There was no room for argument in his tone, leaving her with little choice but to accept his words.

His expression remained unyielding as he shook his head. "I am not asking you nicely again." His voice was cold and hard as steel. "You are my wife now, and it is my duty to make sure you understand your place in this marriage. If that means being naked, then so be it." He paused for a moment before continuing, his tone slightly less harsh, more commanding instead. "Now, lay down on the bed and close your eyes. I want you to think about how much you belong to me."

His words hung in the air between them like a thick fog, leaving no room for doubt or hesitation. Reluctantly, she lay down on the bed and closed her eyes, trying to focus on what he had said rather than how exposed and vulnerable she felt. Her heart raced as she tried to understand what it meant to belong to someone else completely.

As she waited for him to join her, she couldn't help but wonder if this was really what marriage was supposed to be like... or if they were both doomed from the start.

He moved slowly towards her, every step measured and deliberate. His gaze raked over her body as he approached, taking in the sight of her naked form laid out on the bed before him. There was a mix of anger and desire burning in his eyes as he came to stand at the foot of the bed, looking down at her.

"You belong to me now," he said softly, almost gently. "And I will make sure you remember that always."

His eyes narrowed at her plea, and he took a step closer, looming over her once more. "Gentle?" He repeated the word as if tasting it, his voice low and dangerous. "I have been anything but gentle with you so far." His hand curled into a fist at his side, the anger and desire within him growing stronger. "And I'm not sure that is what you need right now." He leaned down, his breath warm against her cheek as he spoke. "

He paused, considering her request. His fist unclenched slightly as he took another step closer, his gaze never leaving hers. "Very well," he murmured, the word heavy with reluctance. "I will be gentle." His hand cupped her cheek, running a thumb over her bottom lip before gently pushing it into her mouth. He leaned down further, their breath mingling as his lips brushed against hers in a featherlight kiss.

"But remember," he whispered against her lips, "

"I am not doing this because I want to be gentle. I am doing it because that is what you have asked me to do." His voice was still soft, but there was an edge of warning in his tone as he pulled back slightly to look down at her. "Understand?"

He nodded slowly, his expression softening as he gazed down at her. "Good girl," he murmured before leaning forward to kiss her again, this time with more passion and desire. His hand slid up her body, cupping her breast, pinching and massaging the nipple roughly.

Her moans filled the air as his lips trailed lower, leaving a trail of hot, wet kisses across her collarbone and down to her breast.

His lips closed around her nipple, sucking hard as he rolled it between his teeth and tongue. His hand gripped her breast roughly, massaging it even harder as she arched into him, moaning loudly. He could feel the heat emanating from her body, the desire coursing through her veins. With each touch, with every kiss, he claimed her more fully as his own.

Her cries and gasps filled the air as he continued to feast on her breasts, driving her wild with pleasure and need.

His name was a pleading demand on her lips as he continued to torment her breasts, leaving her body aching and yearning for more. He released one nipple with a soft pop, only to immediately turn his attention to the other, his rough hands and mouth driving her wild with need. His free hand gripped her hip, pulling her roughly against him as he sucked and nipped at her breast.

Her moans grew louder, more urgent as she arched into him, begging for release. "Bara,"

His name was a pleading demand on her lips as he continued to torment her breasts, leaving her body aching and yearning for more. His free hand gripped her hip, pulling her roughly against him as he sucked and nipped at her breast.

Her moans grew louder, more urgent as she arched into him, begging for release. "Bara," she whispered his name like a prayer, "please..."

His lips curled into a satisfied smile against her skin as he felt the tension coiling tight within her. "Not yet," he murmured roughly, nipping at her breast before moving lower, leaving a trail of hot, wet kisses down her stomach. His hand slid between her legs, parting the curls of hair to find her already slick and aching for him.

Her moans filled the room as he teased her, circling her clit with gentle fingers before dipping lower to stroke her entrance. "

He groaned as he felt her body trembling beneath his touch. Her need was palpable, and it drove him wild with desire. With one final swipe of his thumb over her clit, he thrust two fingers deep inside her, claiming her tight heat for the first time.

Her cries filled the room as she arched off the bed, her body convulsing around his fingers. He continued to move in and out of her, feeling her walls squeeze tightly around him with each thrust. "Celia,"

His name was torn from her lips as she rode out her orgasm, her body shuddering and trembling beneath him. He pulled his fingers free with a wet pop, leaving her panting for breath. "Now," he growled, positioning himself between her legs once more, "I'm going to take what is mine."

With one smooth motion, he thrust deep inside her, filling her completely. Her body reacted instantly, arching into him with a moan as she was claimed again by his hard length.

His thrusts grew deeper and harder as he felt her tightness engulf him, her body adjusting to his size. He looked down at her flushed face, her eyes squeezed shut in pleasure and pain. "You're mine now," he growled roughly, leaning forward to suck on her nipple once more as he continued to take her with long, hard strokes.

Her cries filled the room as she came apart beneath him, her body arching off the bed in a violent spasm that claimed them both.

His body tensed and arched, eyes squeezed shut as he felt her inner muscles grip him tightly, spasming around his length in orgasmic release. He growled low in his throat, lost to the feeling of possessing her completely, his hips pistoning harder until at last he followed her over the edge, groaning out her name as he emptied himself deep inside her.

His breath came in ragged gasps as his body relaxed, collapsing onto hers. His chest rose and fell with labored breaths as he fought to regain control of himself. He remained inside her, feeling the heat of their joined bodies against his skin. "That," he murmured hoarsely after a moment, "was perfect."

Slowly, he began to move again, withdrawing almost all the way before pushing back inside with a long, slow thrust that made them both gasp.

His eyes met hers as he slowly withdrew again, taking his time to tease and pleasure her before plunging back inside, harder than before. "I am yours," he growled against her lips, capturing them in a rough kiss that left them both breathless. "And you will always be mine."

His movements became more urgent now, his body pressing hers into the mattress as he took her roughly, claiming her over and over again. His breath came in harsh gasps, his hands gripping her hips tightly, holding her still beneath him. He felt like a wild animal, untamed and unyielding, driven by the need to possess her completely.

Her cries filled the room, echoing around them as they moved together in a frenzied dance of desire and possession.

His voice grew hoarse as he shouted her name, his body tensing and shuddering with release as he emptied himself deep inside her. Her walls clenched tight around him, milking every last drop of his seed before finally relaxing in sweet surrender. He collapsed on top of her, breathing heavily as he took in the feel of their sweaty skin pressed together.

"You're mine," he breathed against her neck, still trying to catch his breath. "And I will never let you go."

His lips curled into a satisfied smile as he wrapped his arms around her, pulling her closer. "I will always take care of you," he murmured softly against her hair. "You're my wife now, and I intend to make sure you know that." His hands wandered up her back, cupping her shoulders before sliding lower, caressing her sides and hips, leaving trails of warmth in their wake.

He laid a tender kiss on the top of her head before whispering against her ear, "And I promise...

I promise that no matter what happens, I will never hurt you." His fingers continued to roam across her body, tracing circles on her stomach and hip before finding their way back up to cup her breast once more, his thumb brushing over her nipple in a soothing motion. "And if we ever fight... I hope we can talk about it like this." He smiled against her skin, his voice soft and gentle. "I know we're both still learning."

His fingers continued to play with her breast as he listened to her reply. "Yes," he agreed, kissing the top of her head once more, "I hope we can too." He paused for a moment before asking, "Are you all right? Did I hurt you?" His voice was filled with concern, and his hand moved lower still, cupping her mons above her panties.

"Because if I did," he continued, pressing a kiss against her neck, "I'm sorry. I didn't mean to."

His eyes flickered over her face before meeting hers once more. There was no hesitation in his expression as he nodded slowly. "I accept it," he said softly, his voice rough with emotion. "You are my wife now, and whatever we create together is a part of that." His hand slid lower still, cupping her mons through her panties, feeling the warmth emanating from between her legs. "And I promise," he murmured against her neck, "that I will always take care of you."

His fingers traced lazy circles on her skin as he watched her fall asleep, feeling a strange mix of pride and affection wash over him. This was his wife now, and despite the harsh words and rough lovemaking earlier, he couldn't help but feel a deep connection with her. As she drifted off to sleep, he brushed a strand of hair from her face, gently kissing her forehead before finally letting go, content to watch over her as they began their new life together.

"Hmm?" he murmurs softly, his eyes flickering briefly open before shutting again as he listens to the phone ring. After a moment, he reaches over and silences it with a sigh, resting his hand on her hip once more. "It's probably your father," he says sleepily, not bothering to ask if she wants him to answer. "Should I get it?"

He watches her with half-lidded eyes as she gets up slowly, giving her time to stretch and yawn before answering the phone. "You should probably get it," he says softly, his voice still laced with sleep. "I'm sure they're worried about you." As she walks over to answer the call, he admires the way her body moves, remembering how she felt beneath him only moments ago.

He turns his attention back to the ceiling, running one hand through his hair as she speaks with her father. The quiet hum of their voices fills the room, though he can't quite make out what they're saying. It doesn't matter; he trusts that whatever Celia feels compelled to tell them, she will do so in time.

He watches her intently as she speaks with her father, his expression unreadable. His hand idly traces patterns on the sheets beside him while he listens to her side of the conversation. The news about Asuna seems to surprise her, but she takes it in stride nonetheless. It's clear that she cares deeply for her sister, and this only serves to reinforce the bond they share.

Eventually, she hangs up the phone with a sigh, walking back over to the bed and sitting down next to him. "

He turns his head slightly to look at her, eyes meeting hers briefly before drifting away again. "You should probably get some rest," he says softly. "We have a long day tomorrow." His words are gentle, but there's an unspoken understanding between them that they need their sleep if they're going to face whatever challenges the future holds.

His expression softens slightly as he sees the anger in her eyes. "I'm sorry if I came on too strong," he says quietly, reaching out to take her hand in his. "It's just that I want to make sure we understand each other." There's a genuine apology in his voice, and he hopes it reaches her.

The anger in her eyes begins to fade, replaced by a look of uncertainty.

"Of course," he nods understandingly. "You should go if it's important." He squeezes her hand gently before releasing it, giving her some space to gather her thoughts. "But remember that you have a new family now, and they will always be here for you." His voice is soft yet firm, conveying his support and expectations at the same time.

His eyes widen in surprise as she confesses the news about Asuna's marriage being canceled. For a moment, he's at a loss for words before finally managing to ask, "Why?" His voice is tight with concern and anger as he imagines what might have led up to this decision.

"You don't need to worry about that," he says after a pause. "We will figure something out together."

His expression darkens as he listens to her confession about Asuna's infidelity. "That's terrible," he mutters, shaking his head in disbelief. "She should have known better." There's a flash of anger in his eyes before it's replaced by sadness and resignation.

"It's not your fault," he says softly, reaching out to place a hand on her shoulder. "And you don't need to worry about the marriage being canceled. I will take care of everything."

His eyebrows furrow in confusion as he listens to her request. "Come where? And what do you mean by 'control yourself'?" He sits up slightly, his expression serious. "Celia, I need you to be honest with me."

She looks down at the bed, fidgeting with her fingers. "I... just want you there. To support me. Please," she says softly, her voice full of pleading.

He hesitates for a moment before nodding slowly. "Alright," he says finally. "I'll go with you, but you need to tell me everything that's going on." There's a note of warning in his voice as he watches her carefully. "And I want you to promise me that you won't do anything reckless."

Her eyes meet his, and she nods slowly. "I promise," she says quietly.

He nods in understanding, knowing that she needs him there for support. As they prepare to leave the next day, he can't help but feel a sense of foreboding about what awaits them at the White family mansion. Nevertheless, he remains by her side, his expression stern as they enter the opulent estate.

The tension in the air is thick as they make their way through the grand halls and elaborately decorated rooms filled with guests.

His hand tightens into a fist at the sight of the slap, his jaw clenching as he listens to her words. He glances around, noticing the tense faces and angry whispers amongst those present before turning back to Celia. "Celia," he says sharply, pulling her away from Asuna by the arm, "that's enough."

His eyes meet hers, full of warning and concern. "We need to handle this calmly,"

He sighs heavily, rubbing a hand over his face. "I don't know," he admits softly, glancing back at Asuna before looking back to Celia. "But we need to focus on what comes next." He wipes her tears gently with his thumb before taking her hand in his. "We'll figure this out together." His voice is firm but gentle, trying to reassure her and instill some calm amidst the chaos.

He sighs heavily as the final decision is announced, feeling a mix of relief and despair wash over him. Looking down at Celia, he tries to muster a reassuring smile. "It'll be okay," he says quietly, brushing a strand of hair from her face. "We'll get through this." His hand squeezes hers gently, offering what comfort he can in the midst of such turmoil.

His eyes narrow in concern as he sees her begin to sway on her feet. "Celia," he says urgently, tightening his grip on her hand. "Come on, let's get you somewhere more comfortable." Without waiting for a response, he starts leading her towards the exit, glancing back over his shoulder at the chaos they leave behind.

"Just hold onto me," he whispers, guiding her through the crowd and out into the fresh air. "Everything will be alright."

His heart aches to see her so distraught, but he knows they need to get her somewhere safe and quiet. He guides them to one of the many secluded gardens on the grounds, leading her over to a stone bench under the shade of a large tree. Once they're settled, he takes her hands in his again, searching her eyes for any sign of recognition.

"Celia," he says softly, his voice steady despite the turmoil within him. "Look at me."

He waits until their eyes meet before continuing. "You did the right thing coming here today," he says reassuringly. "And I'm here for you, no matter what happens." He pauses, taking a deep breath to steady himself before adding gently, "I know this has been hard on you... but we'll get through it together."

His gaze never leaves hers as he waits for her to respond, hoping that his words have some small measure of comfort in this difficult time.

He nods slowly, understanding her desire to escape the stress of the situation. "Of course," he says softly, carefully helping her up from the bench. "We'll go home and get some rest." His hand finds hers once more, giving it a reassuring squeeze as they begin to make their way back towards the exit.

As they walk, he continues to offer words of encouragement and support, doing his best to distract her from the chaos that has become her life.