* @resparked
‘ you’re drunk , ry. ’ a sad smile curves up on bare lips. ‘ do you want water ? ’ her thumb brushes against his arm , as soothing as she knows how. she loves him , nearly unconditionally , but at the same time , she aches for him. she aches for the nights like these , where she tries her hardest , but she can never tell if she’s doing the right thing for him. no matter what she does , she questions herself. it’s all for him , every time , she wants him to live his best life , no matter what it takes from her.












