Absurd as it seems, she finds herself rising slowly, taking steps towards him. It's silly, isn't it - and she's awkward when she's close enough to reach out, trying to figure out how to fit her arms around him. Stiffness and tension, wound up to keep it all together.
(It'd be too much to fling herself at him, at someone's arms and sink in the way she wants to. Too, too much. Don't cry, don't collapse. A new plant needs to sink roots into the earth or it shall die. Don't be pathetic.)
Harder to do this than to contemplate how much force would be needed to crack apart her bones, what knife to score the flesh. Pain is always easier to manage and take, measure and breathe through. Pain is understood. Familiar. This feels like the sanctuary of a hiding spot opened up, but there is no way to fix it.
Because in the end, she does want it, even if it's hard to say.
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He must be.
Absurd as it seems, she finds herself rising slowly, taking steps towards him. It's silly, isn't it - and she's awkward when she's close enough to reach out, trying to figure out how to fit her arms around him. Stiffness and tension, wound up to keep it all together.
(It'd be too much to fling herself at him, at someone's arms and sink in the way she wants to. Too, too much. Don't cry, don't collapse. A new plant needs to sink roots into the earth or it shall die. Don't be pathetic.)
Harder to do this than to contemplate how much force would be needed to crack apart her bones, what knife to score the flesh. Pain is always easier to manage and take, measure and breathe through. Pain is understood. Familiar. This feels like the sanctuary of a hiding spot opened up, but there is no way to fix it.
Because in the end, she does want it, even if it's hard to say.