the host

she would turn and he would break. the look on her face.. he couldn't stand it. tears welled in his eyes and he choked in a cry. when she would fly to his side and slide her head beneath his, he would inhale slowly and close his eyes. the pain was radiating, throbbing, burning. but she was so comforting. she would pull away, only to move to his side and softly order him to lean on her. so he did, only wanting to do as she said. his voice would squeeze out of his throat, hoarse and tense. of course it is, kodda. you're with me, aren't you? he would force a weak smile to reassure her before they would move, as one, to a safer place.

-exit-