The admission of hers cracked something in me. Making me whimper, fall to my knees, and clutch at her hand again. I hate this.
"I'm here."
I'm not sure I'd thought of myself as someone that people would miss like that. That she would outright declare feeling that way… no matter how many times she'd compared little things to the young woman near this body's age, who she had been feuding with at the time.
"I… however you need me to be. If you need space again, I'll give you space. If you need someone to sit with while you work, I can do that too. Ignore me, yell at me, anything in between."
I lift my hand away. Pulling it to my chest and loathing myself for the words I am about to say. The timing of it. The tone I know it will be in. The fact that I can't stop them.
"Just please don't lose faith in me. Because I can't keep it in myself."
…
"Tell me about your son. I'd like to hear the story of how something good happened even while everything else was falling apart."
