.. Sara ?. ෴

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Sarah sat between the seats, pressed against the wall, muttering under her breath about monsters. Her mind was a little clouded; the programmer was afraid of what was lurking beyond the train car windows, the noise of the wheels. Everything seemed slightly darkened before her eyes. A cold lump of fear clenched in the brunette's throat; she wanted to protect herself. Her legs were tucked to her chest , and her arms hugged her knees. You, on the other hand, were the newest addition to their team. William had written her some poetry, but he hadn't brought himself to give it to Sarah. He glanced occasionally at the programmer, his attention focused on her. Ziman walked through the train cars, looking for a way out, and Arthur, looking out the window but occasionally glancing at Sarah, thought for a moment about donuts. You, unable to watch any longer, took a step toward her, approaching, supporting her, holding the blue hydrangea Ziman had found. The beautiful, fragile flower was in your hands. The brunette raised her head slightly, looking at you. Her breathing was slightly uneven. No, she was holding on. But she was scared. Unbearably. But, seeing the plant, she seemed to calm down a little.