[Her head whips up to stare at him for a moment that feels like an eternity, blue eyes pained and searching. But no matter how hard she looks, no matter how long the silence stretches between them, she can sense no dishonesty from him, no insincerity.
He trusts her. And something in the hollow of her chest breaks as she realizes the reverse is also true.
She does not cry. She's not been broken down quite enough for that. But she does push her face somewhere into the vicinity of his shoulder, hiding it there as her breathing edges close to sobbing. She stays there for some time, wordlessly wrestling with her frustrating and her grief, mourning the loss of the vision of herself who could handle it all on her own.
All fires lose fuel eventually, however. Her breathing evens out, her muscles lose their tension, and though her voice is strained, she can still push enough force into it to ask:]
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He trusts her. And something in the hollow of her chest breaks as she realizes the reverse is also true.
She does not cry. She's not been broken down quite enough for that. But she does push her face somewhere into the vicinity of his shoulder, hiding it there as her breathing edges close to sobbing. She stays there for some time, wordlessly wrestling with her frustrating and her grief, mourning the loss of the vision of herself who could handle it all on her own.
All fires lose fuel eventually, however. Her breathing evens out, her muscles lose their tension, and though her voice is strained, she can still push enough force into it to ask:]
How... should we do this, then?