You stood by me patiently waiting and broken
The changes to the house are minimal; idle cleaning from restless hands, closed curtains, covered mirrors. She waits, crumpled papers slowly filling the wastebasket in their bedroom, never finishing what few words still come to her. When he does return it's with minimal fanfare - yet her heart races immediately to finally hear his breathing and the weight of his boots. She spins away from the sink and is halfway across the kitchen before his warning slows her advance, hints of wisdom that imply a greater suffering she's yet to experience ensuring she heeds it despite every fiber of her being crying out to close the gap between them.
Sunny, is a faint whisper, more sentiment than sound even in the metaphysical pathway of the bond. Eyes riveted to the floor, she makes it to the entryway. Hands outstretch the moment she sees the edge of his socks - domestic and mundane to the point of hysterical humor. It feels agonizing to force her head down, to know him in any way but his face, his eyes, the familiar slant of his lips. Her hands find fabric and sink in like claws, dragging herself into him even if it's against his back or side. However she can touch him, just to know she can.
"I don't..." her throat swells and clogs immediately, burning up her tongue and stinging at her eyes. I don't know what to say. Where to start. I just - please, tell me I still have you. Tears swell immediately, hands trembling with how hard she grips his shirt. Everything else feels lost to her, damned by her own decision, but she can't lose him.
Sunny, is a faint whisper, more sentiment than sound even in the metaphysical pathway of the bond. Eyes riveted to the floor, she makes it to the entryway. Hands outstretch the moment she sees the edge of his socks - domestic and mundane to the point of hysterical humor. It feels agonizing to force her head down, to know him in any way but his face, his eyes, the familiar slant of his lips. Her hands find fabric and sink in like claws, dragging herself into him even if it's against his back or side. However she can touch him, just to know she can.
"I don't..." her throat swells and clogs immediately, burning up her tongue and stinging at her eyes. I don't know what to say. Where to start. I just - please, tell me I still have you. Tears swell immediately, hands trembling with how hard she grips his shirt. Everything else feels lost to her, damned by her own decision, but she can't lose him.
So deeply in love with every face that I've shown
Hotaru
