Ā Ā Ā she found it ironic that it rained when he meant to leave for yet another crusade she would disapprove of. he was barely within her grasp these days anyway, far from the way things had been back then, when her word had been more meaningful than it was now. he was colder and her warm ways seemed too insistent, too prying to make her feel appropriate in his presence.
Ā Ā Ā it was a shame. especially considering that he had always been so important and so good in her eyes.
Ā Ā Ā at first, the doctor had TRIED to remain silent, but a softĀ ābe safeā had slipped her anyway when he left. a few seconds had merely passed before she ran after him.
Ā Ā Ā every time she would tell him about how they had suffered thinking him dead, thinking all of them dead and gone, and now that he was back he kept making her think that he was about as gone as gabriel was by then. she was not willed to let another one of them become something like that, not before her very eyes.
Ā Ā Ā āand so she caught up to him and let her instincts act before her mind could. her hands found each side of his head and she leaned up, pressed her lips against his and tasted the rain upon them rather than him, tasted the grief of the past and the mourning in a black dress, tasted her own tears and could not tell if they were a memory or came back already. it did not taste much like a kiss, it tasted more like a plea.
Ā Ā Ā because thatās what it WAS.
Ā Ā Ā lingering seemed wrong, so when she fell back onto the heels of her shoes, she moved back a little, felt her skin becoming colder and clothing sticking to it, ignoring the pouring downfall.ā be careful, jack. please.ā
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