(Continuation of 'Becoming More')
He was at peace. For the first time in his life, he was at peace. It didn't matter that they had been captured. It didn't matter that he couldn't see the corners of his cell. It didn't even matter that the stone floor was so cold his arse had gone numb.
He was at peace.
This was all he wanted right now. Her head against his chest. His arms around hers. Her breath misting slightly in the arid air. Safe in their embrace. Thinking simple, inconsequential thoughts. Just worrying that breathing too heavily might wake her. But, he realised guiltily, that was not the only reason he was undisturbed. His mind was clear. No random thoughts invaded his head. No worries bent his will. His whole life he had been a beacon, a gateway through which the ceaseless problems and visions of others flowed. A chatter of voiceless thoughts that bubbled beneath the surface of his psyche. They were gone. All gone. His mind was his own. He could think what he wanted. He didn't t