Words that stick with her as she closes her eyes... words that she clings onto as she lets herself slowly relax against him and the starflowers. She doesn't want to fall asleep, nor does she think she should given her condition, but with his warmth so easily bleeding into her, it's hard not to feel it coming over her. She just hopes that what she sees when she finally surrenders to it won't be the same images reflecting in the mirrors.
Rather, she hopes that it's him there with his arms ready to catch her, rather than his back turned to her.
And as she curls up closer to him, she sleepily murmurs against his head.]
... Love you.
[The words carry so much more meaning than just that.
Thank you. For always being ready to catch her. For grabbing her hand and pulling her out of her darker, most fearful moments. For being her light in the dark.
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Words that stick with her as she closes her eyes... words that she clings onto as she lets herself slowly relax against him and the starflowers. She doesn't want to fall asleep, nor does she think she should given her condition, but with his warmth so easily bleeding into her, it's hard not to feel it coming over her. She just hopes that what she sees when she finally surrenders to it won't be the same images reflecting in the mirrors.
Rather, she hopes that it's him there with his arms ready to catch her, rather than his back turned to her.
And as she curls up closer to him, she sleepily murmurs against his head.]
... Love you.
[The words carry so much more meaning than just that.
Thank you. For always being ready to catch her. For grabbing her hand and pulling her out of her darker, most fearful moments. For being her light in the dark.
For always being here.]