Love mends even the broken parts
Remi’s words washed over him, simultaneously soothing Loren’s woes and pouring salt in his wounds. As always. The news that the other man would always be there, despite the fact that it hurt, resonated with something deep within the Launceleyn. And that was precisely the problem. ”And I think if you asked me, I would always be there for you.” He took a deep, shuddering breath. ”And that scares me. Because...because I know that I will put others before myself, and I’m afraid that there’s so much of you, and you want so much from me, that I will just...lose myself in you. And I...I don't want to be lost again. I want to be my own person.” That was a huge part of it, and the summoner could picture it easily. ”But you have a life already. I already told you I don’t see a place for myself there. And if you make one, I think it'll just get so much worse.”
Love didn’t always mean being together.
Maybe for just a little bit longer, though, it could. ”I know I have no right to ask this, but.” He bit his lip. ”Can you...can you just hold me?” In that moment, maybe all Loren needed was a simple sort of comfort, the kind he usually didn’t allow himself and the kind the other man usually couldn't provide, since it was wrapped up in so much else. Right now, though, he needed something to pull him back from the latest hole he'd dug for himself.
Love didn’t always mean being together.
Maybe for just a little bit longer, though, it could. ”I know I have no right to ask this, but.” He bit his lip. ”Can you...can you just hold me?” In that moment, maybe all Loren needed was a simple sort of comfort, the kind he usually didn’t allow himself and the kind the other man usually couldn't provide, since it was wrapped up in so much else. Right now, though, he needed something to pull him back from the latest hole he'd dug for himself.
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