Pretty much. She didn't even have a jacket on despite all the snow and cold, just a hoodie with an 'I ♥ Montreal' t-shirt showing underneath. They hadn't had one in her tiny size, so the hem hung low over her jeans.
And, of course, the bruises had had a lot of time to properly form around her neck. They looked like handprints. Guy hands.
When she heard his voice she looked up, relief crossing her face. And she stopped, let him come to her: she was so done with running for today. "Mitchell."
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Date: 2010-12-29 12:45 pm (UTC)And, of course, the bruises had had a lot of time to properly form around her neck. They looked like handprints. Guy hands.
When she heard his voice she looked up, relief crossing her face. And she stopped, let him come to her: she was so done with running for today. "Mitchell."