[ both hands immediately go to his shirt, gripping tightly as she continues crying. it's not intentional that she rests her face on his chest, but what else can she do when he's holding her so closely?
her cries are loud and childlike, the same kind of noises a child makes when a toy of theirs becomes broken. not that anything is broken right now, but her heart continues to sink and sink deeper.
she shakes her head in frustration, her grip on his shirt only growing tighter by the second. ]
I don't know what to do. I Just want you to be okay. [ it's not a request. it's a plea. there's nothing more in this world that she wants right now but this. ]
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her cries are loud and childlike, the same kind of noises a child makes when a toy of theirs becomes broken. not that anything is broken right now, but her heart continues to sink and sink deeper.
she shakes her head in frustration, her grip on his shirt only growing tighter by the second. ]
I don't know what to do. I Just want you to be okay. [ it's not a request. it's a plea. there's nothing more in this world that she wants right now but this. ]