HENRY
He half-leans into her firm grip, but tries to keep himself steady, to not bring them both down. The embrace is stabilizing as his hands move around to return it, pulling her in just as she is him, and he sighs into her shoulder. Her golden strands of hair fall across his face, but her warmth is comforting and he lets them tickle his nose without much care.
Aisha tries to look up at him and he leans back to look at her, so numb that he can't feel the tears anymore, but they continue in a steady, silent stream. Her advice isn't wrong, and he knows it, but he doesn't know if he's strong enough for this anymore. He squeezes his eyes shut, lips trembling, and leans his head up towards the sky above them.
"What if I can't?" The question is a shaky reflection of the defeat he feels deep in his soul. He sniffles and blinks back down at her face, at the sunlight of her gaze, and shakes his head. "They didn't deserve this," he grimaces, brows furrowing hard into his nose, "I should've been here!"
Aisha tries to look up at him and he leans back to look at her, so numb that he can't feel the tears anymore, but they continue in a steady, silent stream. Her advice isn't wrong, and he knows it, but he doesn't know if he's strong enough for this anymore. He squeezes his eyes shut, lips trembling, and leans his head up towards the sky above them.
"What if I can't?" The question is a shaky reflection of the defeat he feels deep in his soul. He sniffles and blinks back down at her face, at the sunlight of her gaze, and shakes his head. "They didn't deserve this," he grimaces, brows furrowing hard into his nose, "I should've been here!"
wherever you run, you see all you leave behind you
lies inside anyone you open
lies inside anyone you open
