C175 A Wounded Man

I didn't know how to face him. He reached out and hugged me tightly.

I could feel his heart pounding, and the smell of his sweat and blood and the man's sun was even more confusing. It was warm and safe.

So, the tears came so hard, it was as if they were trying to bury me in his arms, it was hard to breathe.

All the fear had stopped. I bit my lip to keep from crying