Esme's eyelids fluttered nearly closed. That Carlisle would need to apologize for anything in this. If apologies were owed -- it wasn't by Carlisle.
(It still helped, even when it was unnecessary.)
"Shh." Is very quiet, into his hair. A whispered sound into blonde locks. "It's..."
There are no words for trying to talk about missing a whole third of your idea of self and world. For the destructive wave it had gone with. What it had taken with it.
She slipped into his lap, looking at his face. Fingers reaching out to race his temple to part of his cheek. To lean in and hug him close to her. "I understand why."
For the most part, for a million things they'd never said and she had construct herself, for her husbands behavior for these days.
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Date: 2009-08-29 03:20 pm (UTC)(It still helped, even when it was unnecessary.)
"Shh." Is very quiet, into his hair. A whispered sound into blonde locks. "It's..."
There are no words for trying to talk about missing a whole third of your idea of self and world. For the destructive wave it had gone with. What it had taken with it.
She slipped into his lap, looking at his face. Fingers reaching out to race his temple to part of his cheek. To lean in and hug him close to her. "I understand why."
For the most part, for a million things they'd never said and she had construct herself, for her husbands behavior for these days.