Chapter 3.5
The Bend Before The BreakThe relief that swelled within me when he stumbled through the door, hurt but alive, overflowed into my expression, and when his eyes met mine, it was like a gentle caress of protection against my skin.
I wanted to reach out and soothe away the weariness in his eyes, take it and make it my own so he need suffer no longer. I wanted his eyes to never leave mine. I wanted. I wanted.
But what I wanted wasn't important.
When he asked me to smile for him, I was startled by his request; out of everything he could have asked me to do for him, it was bizarre. I would have done anything. Whatever he asked. To seek such a small gesture from me in return didn't make sense after all he'd given.
I did it regardless: if it's what he desired, I would willingly comply.
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