Smother me with pillows and kindness, in which I have never seen
Please slit my perfect throat with the knife that I gave you
As much as Sam had believed his mind was made up and that he was set in his leaving the Voice, as much as he had meant it at the time, something about hearing the words from her on love brought tears to his eyes and he found himself nodding along. Perhaps there was some guilt there too, thinking on his own feelings towards the Voice; if he loved her, should he not also be forgiving of her flaws, her mistakes?
Acceptance, on both sides: was it possible?
"...I lo-love you to..too." He said quietly, not yet finding it in him to add 'mother' on the end of the words, but meaning them all the same. "I'm s-sss-sorry. I really a..am, I just-- I d-don't know. I get in my he..head, and then I believe things..." He shrugged helplessly, not knowing how to properly explain the endless turmoil his brain put him through.
Acceptance, on both sides: was it possible?
"...I lo-love you to..too." He said quietly, not yet finding it in him to add 'mother' on the end of the words, but meaning them all the same. "I'm s-sss-sorry. I really a..am, I just-- I d-don't know. I get in my he..head, and then I believe things..." He shrugged helplessly, not knowing how to properly explain the endless turmoil his brain put him through.
When I told you "I love you" in my home
Just stab me in the back
