Her own screams wake her up, and it takes her a second to realize she is the one making that horrible, ragged noise. Kate chokes back the next scream, her throat sore, her heart pounding so hard she can feel it in her fingertips, sweat sticking her hair to her neck and her cheeks.
Her eyes are wide in the darkness, but she can still see the
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The whole fic is just beautiful, but I particularly love these two lines:
Maybe there is no should.
and
It’s all right to be afraid, as long as you do it anyway.
I was thinking almost the same thing (about life in general) not even an hour ago, although you've said it much better than I ever have. Seeing it from Beckett's point of view makes me really happy.
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