Sometimes the words simply need to be said. The deep rumble of his voice soothes her, draws her back from the edge, stitches her to this moment. Slowly, she draws in a snuffly breath and tries to read his scent. She presses her cheek to his for a moment before pulling back to scrub the tears from her face. She doesn't want to look weak to him, ever.
Looking up, she meets his eyes and the worry on his features makes something in her chest clench. She wonders if he can even begin to know how much he means to her. She wants to apologise (for what?), wants to tell him she's okay (she's not), wishes she could laugh it off (nothing funny about it). In the end, language fails her.
She rests her forehead against his, breathing his breath, finding her centre again.
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Date: 2009-07-27 05:03 pm (UTC)Looking up, she meets his eyes and the worry on his features makes something in her chest clench. She wonders if he can even begin to know how much he means to her. She wants to apologise (for what?), wants to tell him she's okay (she's not), wishes she could laugh it off (nothing funny about it). In the end, language fails her.
She rests her forehead against his, breathing his breath, finding her centre again.