Asking for a frend wut kind of dog is Shiva?

@bloodycourage — took. All she desired now was to help the pregnant widow overcome her grief and look to the future, to prepare for the —

@bloodycourage — infant that would soon be brought into this world of horrors. The two women had taken no further steps toward their —

@bloodycourage — destination as they awaited Abraham’s presence beside them. And when he did eventually join him, Sasha cast her gaze —

@bloodycourage — toward the feet she had firmly planted on the ground before she had dragged it upwards to look over at the man she was so —

@bloodycourage — certain she’d lose that painful night prior. When her dark, brown-hued eyes met the blue of Abraham’s, and she heard —

@bloodycourage — her name leave his lips, a shudder danced along the length of her spine. There were so many unspoken words between them; —

@bloodycourage — words of sorrow, of love, of reassurance… and yet Sasha had not the heart to speak a single syllable, at least, not yet. —

@bloodycourage — Not in the presence of a pained and grieving woman, such a thing would be cruel, even more so considering she had just —

@bloodycourage — watched her husband, the love of her life, beaten to death by the worst monster the group had encountered in their —

@bloodycourage — journey of survival. In time, after a short while of a tense, quiet atmosphere that lingered between the two of them, —

@bloodycourage — Sasha dared to speak up and break the silence; they had to get Maggie to the obstetrician and only afterwards, Sasha —

@bloodycourage — would allow herself time alone to recover with Abraham. Maggie and the life growing inside of her had to take priority, —

@bloodycourage — and she knew this was something that Abe understood as well. “We’ve… We’ve gotta get her inside.” Tearing her gaze —

@bloodycourage — from that of the Sergeant’s, Sasha glanced at Maggie’s face, pale, devoid of any emotion, and with cheeks stained from —

@bloodycourage — the tears she had shed. The woman was light, yet she, as well as the myriad of emotions (all of which were negative) that —

@bloodycourage — swelled within Sasha’s heart, felt heavy upon her shoulders and started to weigh her down. “Help me…”

|| That's everything I owe, I believe.

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