"Don't cry my darling, nothing is as bad as it feels. Even now when I'm so far away and can't comfort you. I'd hate to think of you crying. Over me of all people!" Also for the fic thing if that's okay? Sorry for sending in more than one.
Richard cries himself to sleep every night for months after Anne’s death. He doesn’t mean to, but getting in to bed and feeling that vast empty space next to him. When he finally sleeps, he doesn’.t sleep well.. anyhow, Anne’s ghost sits by his side during one such restless night and tries to comfort him. How well it works is a matter of debate *cough*invading Ireland is not an acceptable way of working out your issues*cough*, but at least he stops drenching his pillows with salt water












