Love can make you scream,
Delphine couldn't help but notice his gaze, icy, cold. He wasn't here with her, she'd seen that look before. He began to give her the rundown, and he said something that made her stop, spoon in her mouth.
He rolled his sleeve, and showed her a scar and she felt her heart break a little bit. He hadn't come to her about healing it, and she could understand that. It looked deep. But he hadn't bothered telling her? Letting her know...
She dropped her spoon into the bowl and exhaled shakily. "Two ursurs?" Her voice trembled as she spoke, and she leaned back in her chair. "Why didn't..." She wasn't sure if that question was one she had a right to ask.
The woman lowered her gaze to her stew, murmuring, "Do I have any right to ask about you, anymore?" She shifted, reclaiming her spoon to continue eating, pausing to add, "I don't... know where we stand. It's my fault, but I love you, and I've been trying." She didn't mean to imply that he wasn't trying. He certainly was.
But words weren't her strong suit when she was overwhelmed.
He rolled his sleeve, and showed her a scar and she felt her heart break a little bit. He hadn't come to her about healing it, and she could understand that. It looked deep. But he hadn't bothered telling her? Letting her know...
She dropped her spoon into the bowl and exhaled shakily. "Two ursurs?" Her voice trembled as she spoke, and she leaned back in her chair. "Why didn't..." She wasn't sure if that question was one she had a right to ask.
The woman lowered her gaze to her stew, murmuring, "Do I have any right to ask about you, anymore?" She shifted, reclaiming her spoon to continue eating, pausing to add, "I don't... know where we stand. It's my fault, but I love you, and I've been trying." She didn't mean to imply that he wasn't trying. He certainly was.
But words weren't her strong suit when she was overwhelmed.
And it can leave you speechless.
