Chapter 12: Understanding

As soon as Mark wrapped his arms around her, Abigail broke down entirely. Sobbing against him, she just cried. And Mark held on to her for a good few minutes, as she just cried against him.

Eventually, Abigail's sobs passed, and turned to sniffles. Eventually, those passed as well. But Mark held on to her through the entire thing. Until eventually, she was too tired and drained to keep standing.

Mark seemed to sense her exhaustion, and guided her back onto the rock, and sat down beside her. He grabbed his jacket and threw it over the both of them, cradling her against him. He kept both arms around her the entire time.

They sat for a long time in silence, though it didn't feel oppressive at all. It felt, oddly comforting, just sitting there with him.

The breeze had picked up a little, but Mark had nestled her inside his jacket, and pressed against his chest, she didn't even feel the cold.

"I'm sorry for my assumptions," Mark said, eventually. "That would have been very wrong of me