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I've got time, I've got love,
Got confidence you'll rise above,
Give me a minute to hold my girl.
"Mike! Mike! Mike where are you?!" The sounds of her cries echoed down the Derry sewers. She was alone, weak, and defenceless. Her body bleed from the many cuts upon her skin, and she stumbled through the dark tunnels, trying to find a way back to him. Y/N wished that Mike was trying to find her now, trying to search through the many sewers to get to her. That was the only thought that kept her going.
"Mike! Mike help me please!"
The splashing of water drew closer and closer to her. But she didn't think it was the people saving her. She tried to run away, or limp away with the huge gash in her leg. Arms grabbed her from behind, causing Y/N to kick and scream her lungs out.
"GET AWAY FROM ME!! LET ME GO YOU MONSTER!!"
A head snuggled into the croak of her neck, and her eyebrows furrowed in confusion. The arms that curled around her were the dark skin tone that she grew so familiar to and that hands that held her were so gentle and caring.
