Everest
Everest nods, the motion small but deeply felt. So much of this—so much of everything—rests on Isla’s body, her endurance, her patience, and the quiet strength with which she carries it. The thought makes his expression soften, earnest and unguarded, more than happy to drop to his knees to massage her little toe if it would help lighten the load even a little.
He reaches for her hand, fingers closing around hers with gentle certainty. "Whatever timeline you want," he says, voice low and steady. "Working, not working, going back when you’re ready, I’ll support you in all of it." His thumb brushes lightly against her knuckles. He gives a faint shake of his head, blue eyes intent. ['say]"I never want you to feel like you have to choose," he adds. "Or like you’re losing any part of yourself because of this."
He reaches for her hand, fingers closing around hers with gentle certainty. "Whatever timeline you want," he says, voice low and steady. "Working, not working, going back when you’re ready, I’ll support you in all of it." His thumb brushes lightly against her knuckles. He gives a faint shake of his head, blue eyes intent. ['say]"I never want you to feel like you have to choose," he adds. "Or like you’re losing any part of yourself because of this."
even if i had to lose you to know you,
i'd still be that temporary phase that you grow through
i'd still be that temporary phase that you grow through
