[ The Lanai, fortunately, have the good sense not to track them. Most appear to be giving them a wide berth, unsettled by Ben's nightmares, and the radiating fear that had been born from it. No, it isn't the caretakers interrupting them that has her pausing in mid-stride. It's the raw vulnerability of his confession, a sentiment that overshadows their earlier spat.
It all feels so meaningless, so petty, in the grand scheme. There is nothing like the threat of loss to put into perspective what is and isn't important.
More than that, it's everything she had wanted to hear. Everything she had wanted to know, assuaging the fear that he might move on without her. That he may not need her anymore once he was standing on his own. ]
I'll miss you. [ She retorts, brightness lighting up her expression. It isn't her intention to outdo him, but simply to remind him that he isn't alone in that sentiment. ] Every day.
[ The knowledge that he will remain from her, easy to reach from afar, is only a small balm. It will never be the same as sleeping beside him, awakening to the warm hold of his embrace, but it's close. Something to sustain her while she's gone.
Speaking of gone, she drops the blanket to the ground with little ceremony. They're barely at the shore's edge, but she doesn't have the patience to drag him further when he's sharing those sentiments. With her hands free, she grabs onto his forearms, trying to tug him into her. ]
the CA lifestyle
It all feels so meaningless, so petty, in the grand scheme. There is nothing like the threat of loss to put into perspective what is and isn't important.
More than that, it's everything she had wanted to hear. Everything she had wanted to know, assuaging the fear that he might move on without her. That he may not need her anymore once he was standing on his own. ]
I'll miss you. [ She retorts, brightness lighting up her expression. It isn't her intention to outdo him, but simply to remind him that he isn't alone in that sentiment. ] Every day.
[ The knowledge that he will remain from her, easy to reach from afar, is only a small balm. It will never be the same as sleeping beside him, awakening to the warm hold of his embrace, but it's close. Something to sustain her while she's gone.
Speaking of gone, she drops the blanket to the ground with little ceremony. They're barely at the shore's edge, but she doesn't have the patience to drag him further when he's sharing those sentiments. With her hands free, she grabs onto his forearms, trying to tug him into her. ]
Tell me again.