[He knows he shouldn't have come, that it wasn't fair to put this weight on her without telling why he's been carrying it. Bottled bravery brought him here, or bottled recklessness. Without it he might have circled her building a few more times and chosen, rationally, to wait it out. Known that he was no one she should see.
He's always been selfish in his impulses.
Holding her hand tight between his, he breathes her in. All the words they haven't said yet. Things change in ways neither of them, now, then, ever expected. They can change again. Let her think this is a moment of pain, a bad time. Please.]
[once fate put us in the same room, when you knew not of me nor I of you]
He's always been selfish in his impulses.
Holding her hand tight between his, he breathes her in. All the words they haven't said yet. Things change in ways neither of them, now, then, ever expected. They can change again. Let her think this is a moment of pain, a bad time. Please.]
I promise, next time it'll be better.
[Whatever he's got to do.]