He grabs at my hands, clutching them, and I whimper in response, not in protest, I just... don't deserve his touch, especially not his concerned touch.
I want to fall against him. Listen to his heartbeat. Draw strength from him. I want him to wrap me up in his arms and tell me everything is okay.
I've hurt him too much, more than I can ever make up for. I garb roughly at his hand, my bloody finger marking him. I shouldn't be doing that. I just shouldn't.
"Okay..." I whisper, trying and failing to lift myself up, stand on my own two feet.
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Date: 2012-09-30 07:07 am (UTC)I want to fall against him. Listen to his heartbeat. Draw strength from him. I want him to wrap me up in his arms and tell me everything is okay.
I've hurt him too much, more than I can ever make up for. I garb roughly at his hand, my bloody finger marking him. I shouldn't be doing that. I just shouldn't.
"Okay..." I whisper, trying and failing to lift myself up, stand on my own two feet.