[ Swallowing down the emotion that quells in her throat, she nuzzles nearer. While she knows that William won't judge her for crying, she still can't bring herself to openly do so.
It's so nice to have him near. Supportive. Or, at the least, not kicking her down when she's weak because he's just terribly guilty.
She, in turn, feels like a terrible person for continually doubting him, but it all just seems too good to be true, after so long. Perhaps fabricated by her fantasies, not all that it seems to be. She's been told that she tends to blow things out of proportion like that, after all. ]
My rock in the storm. [ She mutters, perhaps somewhat incoherently, both to remind herself and confess his importance. Her voice cracks just so. ]
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It's so nice to have him near. Supportive. Or, at the least, not kicking her down when she's weak because he's just terribly guilty.
She, in turn, feels like a terrible person for continually doubting him, but it all just seems too good to be true, after so long. Perhaps fabricated by her fantasies, not all that it seems to be. She's been told that she tends to blow things out of proportion like that, after all. ]
My rock in the storm. [ She mutters, perhaps somewhat incoherently, both to remind herself and confess his importance. Her voice cracks just so. ]