[ Even if she needed this to live, even if he knew exactly why he had done it. He felt like maybe he shouldn't have done it. Maybe it wasn't okay to do. If he would have thought he'd need to do this, he would have preferred to know she was okay with it. Maybe she still thought of him as that little boy she knew so long ago.
Maybe he should have just held on and hoped, eventually, that she would come back to it. Maybe he would burn himself out trying to. This worked, there wasn't a better option. And while he didn't regret it --
Was it okay?
His voice is quiet, no one else is there, and yet - this is only for her. ]
Good.
[ Stern. Straightforward. Sincere, still, despite that. He doesn't move. If anything, he's making every effort to get every bit of contact he can with her. ]
It's not rain. It was a lake.
[ He was so afraid. Is still afraid, really. ]
I went in thinking I saw you there.
[ There's an honesty there. He doesn't share the feelings attached to that moment. He doesn't want to share that total fear, that loneliness he knew he would have without her. ]
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Maybe he should have just held on and hoped, eventually, that she would come back to it. Maybe he would burn himself out trying to. This worked, there wasn't a better option. And while he didn't regret it --
Was it okay?
His voice is quiet, no one else is there, and yet - this is only for her. ]
Good.
[ Stern. Straightforward. Sincere, still, despite that. He doesn't move. If anything, he's making every effort to get every bit of contact he can with her. ]
It's not rain. It was a lake.
[ He was so afraid. Is still afraid, really. ]
I went in thinking I saw you there.
[ There's an honesty there. He doesn't share the feelings attached to that moment. He doesn't want to share that total fear, that loneliness he knew he would have without her. ]