And she remembers being caught in a lost and hopeless world, all thanks to him. She remembers the screaming and the yelling, all the pushes and pulls and the tears and pain he caused, and she remembers watching how her own father slowly made her life into something she couldn’t recognize or stand by.
So seeing him like this
Hopeless and weak, knowing full well what’s in front of him
She can’t help but completely break down.
But she’s already so timid and breakable, only few broken breaths from completely shattering, so she can do nothing but cling to them in a desperate try to keep herself up, to not fall back into that pit of nothingness-
And they hold her there, not letting her go, denying that. And she knows that they can’t push her forward, not drag her towards the finish line and that those are steps she needs to do herself.
But right now
Just resting in their arms, eyes closed and tears falling
,,What do you want to do today?”, they asks, her body quietly leaning against their chest as they fiddle with her hair. Her eyes are closed, fingers busy with a bracelet they braided for her that’s now left upon her wrist.
,,Be with you,” she says, a bit teasingly which is something that almost surprises her.
,,That’s just stating the obvious,” they playfully retorts, tugging at one of her locks. She pushes at their chest, lips pulling into a soft smile.
,,Hey…”, she then say, voice suddenly turning into something vulnerable and serious at the same time, and she feels their hand slowly falling from her hair. Her heart skips a beat, as she slowly turns around in their arms, faces now in front of each other, confronted with all they’ve ever promised each other; something brighter and truer.
,,Thank you,” she whispers, and the words are something soft and right and they can’t hold back a smile as they tug some of her hair behind her ear.
,,The most cliché thing right now, would be me saying that it should be me thanking you,” they start, and she already feel her lips pulling into a completely ridicules smile. ,,But I get what you’re saying,” they whisper now, something entirely different and intimate as they lean forward, forehead resting against hers.
,,I hear what you’re conveying. I know what you want to tell me but can’t just yet. So thank you, for doing just that,” she feels their breath upon her lips, something that makes her heart ache towards them as she slowly closes her eyes, and she feels everything simple and complete rush over her.
At some point, their hand reaches out and touches the backside of hers, slow strokes again skin that tingles under their touch, and then she turns her hand, longing for something more and stable and their hands intertwine with hers.
,,You’re something truly right,” she whispers down the paper, unwillingly, and nothing responds as her tears fall.