edward.

HIS HANDS SHAKE in their extension, as they REACH for her carefully ;; there is CAUTION as he sets his palms to her belly, EMPTY now. recalcitrant locks fall on the WAYSIDE as he bows his head, squeezes his eyes shut. “ i DON’T – i cannot BEGIN to explain myself to you. ” mayhaps he will TRY, if only so that she might understand, even just a LITTLE. he pulls from the air through thinned lips and SHUDDERS out the exhale. “ how it felt to watch OUR son cling to that man and look at me with TREPIDATION. and how that SAME boy ran to you just as willingly and harbored feelings of DOUBT for me when he came home. ” it BURNS, down his throat, through his lungs, to every extremity. he lifts his head, but he CANNOT open his eyes. “ i can’t. i cannot LOOK at him. i cannot STAND to see that VACANCY in his eyes. ”

she’s reminded, as he grazes across her vacant gut, of what she thinks might be the last time she’d known PEACE. despite the disputes there were then, it had been a practical paradise in comparison to the nightmare’s laying ahead. being expectant, overjoyed, in love – feeling belonging, feeling COMPLETE. she reminds herself as he begins that she has to try to comprehend his devastation, no matter how else she’d like to react; she senses the masses of his despair, though, and she begins to ACHE with him – pale hands holding his face carefully as her own cool lips press against his forehead and brush along his hair. ❛ —— i’m sorry, ❜ she says again, ❛ i’m gonna —- i’m TRYING to understand. i just get so – frustrated. i just want some unity, you know?? —— i’m sorry. i’m sorry. ❜ and she kisses his head again.
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