The words are on her trembling lips, but can't force them out. The pain rushes back in, crushing her under its weight as it settles in her chest again: Aloïs is gone, and when Wolfe goes in the morning, she's alone. This house, this life, this... everything, it's hers and hers alone.
It hurts to cry. Her throat aches and her eyes are dry from waves of tears, and still she cries. What else is there to do until sleep takes her? What else can she say when words fail her completely? There's nothing, and that same nothingness forces out another wail as she buries her face in his chest and tries to simply exist for a time. It's all she can do. It's all she will do until she finds the breath for a single word - "Shower." - to get them to do something. Anything. Just to not lay in her bed and think on how empty it will be when he goes in the morning.
Maybe it won't help, but at least it will remove them from a place her heart can't bear to rest in right now.
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The words are on her trembling lips, but can't force them out. The pain rushes back in, crushing her under its weight as it settles in her chest again: Aloïs is gone, and when Wolfe goes in the morning, she's alone. This house, this life, this... everything, it's hers and hers alone.
It hurts to cry. Her throat aches and her eyes are dry from waves of tears, and still she cries. What else is there to do until sleep takes her? What else can she say when words fail her completely? There's nothing, and that same nothingness forces out another wail as she buries her face in his chest and tries to simply exist for a time. It's all she can do. It's all she will do until she finds the breath for a single word - "Shower." - to get them to do something. Anything. Just to not lay in her bed and think on how empty it will be when he goes in the morning.
Maybe it won't help, but at least it will remove them from a place her heart can't bear to rest in right now.