The thing is, there's been love wrapped up in the worst parts of both of their lives; nothing can make either of them try half so hard as love, can drive them to get back up one more time quite like love. Love has been used to hurt them both in ways that don't show on the skin, but that cut much deeper than blades ever could.
She'd leave, if he said it now. She invited the parts of him that are fractured and bruised and marked, the parts that slice both ways, but that's not something she can bear right now without bleeding. It can sit unsaid between them though, warming the both of them and their old, aching pain with its weight nonetheless, real even without a name.
She rubs her thumb slowly, smoothly, along his skin. She curls into him a bit closer now that he's not working, leaning back a bit so that they're closer to temple to temple. She lets their breath match up inhale for inhale, exhale for exhale, and tries her best to memorize exactly how this feels: comfort, yes, and something like safety, and the fact that some part of it still hurts just makes it that much easier to believe that it's real.
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Date: 2023-09-29 04:20 pm (UTC)From:She'd leave, if he said it now. She invited the parts of him that are fractured and bruised and marked, the parts that slice both ways, but that's not something she can bear right now without bleeding. It can sit unsaid between them though, warming the both of them and their old, aching pain with its weight nonetheless, real even without a name.
She rubs her thumb slowly, smoothly, along his skin. She curls into him a bit closer now that he's not working, leaning back a bit so that they're closer to temple to temple. She lets their breath match up inhale for inhale, exhale for exhale, and tries her best to memorize exactly how this feels: comfort, yes, and something like safety, and the fact that some part of it still hurts just makes it that much easier to believe that it's real.