@sunsetsoft asked: ❝ i don’t know how to ask for help i just— i’ve never had anyone to ask for help from before. so…this is me trying i guess. i need it and i’m afraid to ask for it. that’s the best i can do. ❞ / EMOTIONALLY CHARGED SENTENCE STARTERS: no longer accepting.
Wow.
Listening closely, Gale reckons that all this angst had longly cultured. Unfortunately, it wasn't in the nature of a vintage, something liable to aging both sumptuous and sweet. Rather, it had bittered and soured, its firstmost notes like poison in a bottle violent and gnawing at the belly of his heart. Caustic and nipping like a vat of acid. Truthfully, Gale had long since seen it, his propensity to lean toward that stubborn independence. He had wondered where it came from, were it natural or birthed from some years-long fear, but he now would guess that it's more of the latter. Trust, too novel, stirs vast unease.
What a shame. A needling pang would take Gale's heart. He watches her standing like some frazzled Atlas.
"In my experience, there are few things as daunting as making oneself vulnerable. Believe me, that you would take the step to do so is feat enough already, and it is one such feat I am eager to reward." He'd been washing some herbs, preparing for their afternoon supper. It smells of thyme, lavender, and the river's spring-cold crisp. Putting them in a bowl, Gale returns his gaze. "Consider it an opportunity to return your kindness. What's on your mind? It's difficult not to notice you've been...well, shuffling about bowed close to folding."