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Written for Open on Sunday LJ community's challenge #92, Gifts/Presents.

Her Gift
by Zzilly14

I held her in my arms that night, stroking her golden hair. I could feel her breathing calm, even with what was to come.

But all I could really think about what how great a gift it was. Not that she gave me some amulet, or that she called me a champion. It definitely wasn't the sex - we hadn't done it in over a year.

No, she gave me an even greater gift: hope. She believed in me when no one else would. She gave me a chance at redemption. She loved me selflessly, even when I didn't deserve it.