Shelley shuts her eyes, breathing unsteadily in the sudden space. He stopped. And in the sudden silence, she knows that if he hadn't, she couldn't have made herself fight him.

Stop thinking, don't even- she won't think about that. Not now.

Slowly, she turns on her side. Cooler sheets slide over her body as she moves that little bit further away. She'll feel the cold again soon.

Good.