High Lonesome
03-20-2015, 06:00 PM
He wouldn't make a sound as a less than peaceful silence feel between them. She would make no move to return his affections or say anything for a long time, but Frith was resilient he still loved her with the burning fire of one thousand suns, and he was never going to give her up no matter what state she might be in. If she ignored him for the rest of his life he would still be there to supply her every need and demand. She had his heart then, now, and she always would.
Eventually she would speak, weak words filled with hurt, confusion, and more than her fair share of sadness. "What can I do? Nothing." Did she really think herself useless? She was the reason he awoke every morning, she was the breath in his lungs and the blood in his veins. He would remain silent, but even before the words were dropped from her lips he would pull her closer to him, barely keeping himself from shaking? How could he let her think like this? Had he failed to support her enough, to tell her how important she was to him? "Don't do anything," he'd whisper to her, a kiss given in between his words, "just walk with me." Oh he would whisk her away from the world and its troubles if he could, but all he could offer was a slow walk with him.
Eventually she would speak, weak words filled with hurt, confusion, and more than her fair share of sadness. "What can I do? Nothing." Did she really think herself useless? She was the reason he awoke every morning, she was the breath in his lungs and the blood in his veins. He would remain silent, but even before the words were dropped from her lips he would pull her closer to him, barely keeping himself from shaking? How could he let her think like this? Had he failed to support her enough, to tell her how important she was to him? "Don't do anything," he'd whisper to her, a kiss given in between his words, "just walk with me." Oh he would whisk her away from the world and its troubles if he could, but all he could offer was a slow walk with him.