* ⟢ JULIET THORN of @stcrlght : “ i’m tired. beyond tired… i am exhausted from the endless fighting. ”
glassy eyes lift to focus on the blonde as she speaks, blinking as the words register within her mind. she knew what she meant, perhaps more than she’d ever be able to say. the endless aching ; not just of the muscles used in a physical fight, but a deeper ache. one that makes her chest tighten and her breath stick within her throat. an ache that threatens to drown, unless you find the strength to fight your way to the surface. she understood what juliet was attempting to convey, haunted gaze reflecting that fact in their depths. “ you must keep fighting, juliet. ” voice is gentle, but strong, a hand shifting to grasp her fingers. “ i know it’s difficult, and sometimes it’s easy to wonder whether we should just give in. but we can’t. ” a pause punctuates her sentence, shifting her gaze away to compose herself against the glass sliding down her throat as tears prick at her eyes. “ we can’t. but you’re doing so well, you know that don’t you ? we couldn’t have gotten half as far as we have without you. ” fingers squeeze hers, an attempt of a smile at her lips. “ just a little longer... ”