Gipsy holds him tightly to her, refusing to let him go. Her own cheeks are wet with her tears, but her shoulders stay steady and there’s no hiccupping sobs or sniffles coming from her. She’s a rock for him, something to cling to in the tumultuous, stormy sea of his emotions. She’s a life raft for him to hold, a beacon of hope in an otherwise bleak and dimly lit existence.
“Shh,” she murmurs, lips pressing against his temple. Don’t apologize, love. "Don't do that." Don't blame yourself. It isn't your fault.
She wishes that there was still a direct link between them so that she could show him that she didn't blame him, that she wasn't angry. It's frustrating to have to vocalize these things - and it's a slow learning process for her.
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Date: 2013-07-22 05:04 pm (UTC)“Shh,” she murmurs, lips pressing against his temple. Don’t apologize, love. "Don't do that." Don't blame yourself. It isn't your fault.
She wishes that there was still a direct link between them so that she could show him that she didn't blame him, that she wasn't angry. It's frustrating to have to vocalize these things - and it's a slow learning process for her.