( the fear was like a toothache: a low, persistent throb of pain that had become a part of who he was to such an extent that imagining it being gone was ... impossible, once. )
And what if I do not know who I am without the anger.
[ That's why she's here now. That's why she's been here the whole time, despite her reservations. As long as he's accepting it, she'll give it.
She trudges down those steps, reaches for his arm. For a moment, she hesitates, leaving her hand there. Then she leans forward, tipping her forehead against his chest and sighing. He's right there. She can feel it. ]
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( the fear was like a toothache: a low, persistent throb of pain that had become a part of who he was to such an extent that imagining it being gone was ... impossible, once. )
And what if I do not know who I am without the anger.
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[ That's why she's here now. That's why she's been here the whole time, despite her reservations. As long as he's accepting it, she'll give it.
She trudges down those steps, reaches for his arm. For a moment, she hesitates, leaving her hand there. Then she leans forward, tipping her forehead against his chest and sighing. He's right there. She can feel it. ]
You're not alone.