Memories and passings

He could not just see but almost feel the hesitance that emminated from her. He knew that what he was asking was no small thing. He didn't pull her back into an embrace, but nor did he fully let her go. From here he could keep eyes upon her, watch over her by seeing her very own reactions. ?You have... time yet? he promised her, keeping his voice almost agonisingly gentle, in case she realised what or rather 'who' he meant by 'time' he did not know how long her boy had left but he could not imagine that if he had lived this long he would suddenly leave them now.



It was from here that she would raise a very good point, and not one he could address with even his dear sister. It was true that they where finally getting together once more, and old faces he had thought lost where returned to them. Yet, he did not feel the excitement to this that he had first felt, perhaps his current frustration aided him in that. ?I will always love my family Twig, but I have already gotten this far without them, I will not pause my future well I wait for something to happen. They can be content knowing I am still around and can come if they have need of me? he would hold back his sigh, still not knowing where he stood with his family, nor where they stood in his life. ?I do not expect you to decide immediately, only to know that you will always have a home with me? he promised her gently, nudging his head against her cheek in a motion of love, and respect to his dear sister. It was so painful to know that only she could get herself through this.

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