[There's a soft sort of sound that rises within his throat, struggling to escape even as he attempts to mute it, teeth sinking into the slightly swollen expanse of his lower lip until it falters and fades. Everything within him wants to dive back in to her, wants to press back against her and continue on from where they had broken apart, wants to rapidly move forward down this path they've chosen.
But those words form a question, one that deserves an answer, one that gives him pause and causes him to think. What had finally tipped the scales of his indecision? What had been the final push past his feelings of inadequacy, of the knowledge that he wasn't nearly good enough for her? What had made him decide to leave, to attempt to get those tricky emotions and tangled thoughts unwound and straightened?
He didn't want to lose her. He had lost so much already in this life, far more than any one person should ever have to suffer through. To know that she had slipped away due to his own faults, his own inability to be truthful, to be honest and accept her, all of her and everything she offered would be more than he could bear. To know that he was the sole reason for her departure from his life, that she had finally been pushed too far, past the breaking point and could no longer wait for him to make a choice.
A choice he should have made long ago. He never should have made her wait, should have left her there to wonder.]
I guess I got tired of running. [The words are forced forwards with an outwards breath as he leans forward, forehead coming to rest gently against hers, deep electric blue remaining open and searching.]
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But those words form a question, one that deserves an answer, one that gives him pause and causes him to think. What had finally tipped the scales of his indecision? What had been the final push past his feelings of inadequacy, of the knowledge that he wasn't nearly good enough for her? What had made him decide to leave, to attempt to get those tricky emotions and tangled thoughts unwound and straightened?
He didn't want to lose her. He had lost so much already in this life, far more than any one person should ever have to suffer through. To know that she had slipped away due to his own faults, his own inability to be truthful, to be honest and accept her, all of her and everything she offered would be more than he could bear. To know that he was the sole reason for her departure from his life, that she had finally been pushed too far, past the breaking point and could no longer wait for him to make a choice.
A choice he should have made long ago. He never should have made her wait, should have left her there to wonder.]
I guess I got tired of running. [The words are forced forwards with an outwards breath as he leans forward, forehead coming to rest gently against hers, deep electric blue remaining open and searching.]