[ she tenses when he reaches for her, her entire body anticipating — and perhaps even dreading? — the moment.
but once skin meets, and the warmth of his words transfers through the warmth of his hand, what dread and wariness she might have felt is washed away as easily as the specks of dirt and sand still lingering about his skin as the tub begins to fill.
true that the events of the day have drained her of energy (in some ways quite literally), but more than anything now what tires her the most is this. just this. this distance, this silence. this sudden gaping cavern of wrong that leaves her feeling empty and terrified.
there is so much more to say. so much more she wishes she could say now, as if this would be her only chance to, riding on a wave of grief and disappointment and frustration. but at the same time, she wonders at the use of it. why speak if the words won't be heard? why push if she will only find herself with a greater cavern to have to cross.
and so she sighs, and with that breath leaves the rest of her willingness to fight. she wants only now to crawl back to the safe space they had built for themselves, that warm bubble where nothing at all seemed able to harm them. ]
So continue to live, [ is all she is willing to say now on the matter. she finally meets his eyes, her unspoken please left there where tears have finished spilling for the night.
slowly, she turns her hand in his, gently squeezing back. ]
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but once skin meets, and the warmth of his words transfers through the warmth of his hand, what dread and wariness she might have felt is washed away as easily as the specks of dirt and sand still lingering about his skin as the tub begins to fill.
true that the events of the day have drained her of energy (in some ways quite literally), but more than anything now what tires her the most is this. just this. this distance, this silence. this sudden gaping cavern of wrong that leaves her feeling empty and terrified.
there is so much more to say. so much more she wishes she could say now, as if this would be her only chance to, riding on a wave of grief and disappointment and frustration. but at the same time, she wonders at the use of it. why speak if the words won't be heard? why push if she will only find herself with a greater cavern to have to cross.
and so she sighs, and with that breath leaves the rest of her willingness to fight. she wants only now to crawl back to the safe space they had built for themselves, that warm bubble where nothing at all seemed able to harm them. ]
So continue to live, [ is all she is willing to say now on the matter. she finally meets his eyes, her unspoken please left there where tears have finished spilling for the night.
slowly, she turns her hand in his, gently squeezing back. ]