[tears still pouring down her face, sharon nuzzled into his touch.] t-they're dead, steve. god, they're dead! [the metal handcuffs holding her hands clink from struggle. her tears stop, momentarily, as she turned her head to look over her shoulder at her bound hands.]
s-steve... w-what's going on? why am i tied up? [she looked up at him, her eyes questioning. they were no longer hard and cold as they were before, but soft, warm, and wet. her tone too; the only hard trace left was from sorrow, not hatred. they were her eyes, the same eyes that had looked upon him with such love and warmth for eight months, eight years ago.]
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s-steve... w-what's going on? why am i tied up? [she looked up at him, her eyes questioning. they were no longer hard and cold as they were before, but soft, warm, and wet. her tone too; the only hard trace left was from sorrow, not hatred. they were her eyes, the same eyes that had looked upon him with such love and warmth for eight months, eight years ago.]