[ she says nothing, for there is nothing left to say, nothing she could say to ease his suffering. grief is a terrible, all encompassing thing, it hits with the force of a train and it does not relent, dragging you beneath the rails until it hurts so badly you're sure it will kill you. there is no rest, no reprieve, it is a deep wound that only time can heal. and even then, there is a scar that you will carry with you always. it is a pain that you can never fully escape.
but there is nothing wrong with that. pain, like joy, is simply a part of existence, it is something you cannot avoid, as inevitable as death. all those who live suffer losses, some small and some great, and it is from that pain that you grow stronger - at least, that is what alisaie believes. without the grief she has known in her life she could never truly appreciate the love, or all the good things she has, the sweet memories and fair times that make it all worthwhile.
and so she holds him, and she nuzzles into his hair, dragging her fingers against the nape of his neck in slow, soothing circles. each wracking sob tears at her heart but she can only endure it and hold to him, to be his tether in the storm of his grief, weathering the crash of every wave until at last it begins to lose strength and slowly, with each breath, he settles. and even after he is stilling, as his breath begins to even out she continues to hold to him, humming softly into his hair, drawing her fingers over his nape.
at his kiss, his raw words, she smiles and squeezes her arms around his shoulders. ]
I know.
[ she teases, gently, drawing a hand down his back and up again. ]
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but there is nothing wrong with that. pain, like joy, is simply a part of existence, it is something you cannot avoid, as inevitable as death. all those who live suffer losses, some small and some great, and it is from that pain that you grow stronger - at least, that is what alisaie believes. without the grief she has known in her life she could never truly appreciate the love, or all the good things she has, the sweet memories and fair times that make it all worthwhile.
and so she holds him, and she nuzzles into his hair, dragging her fingers against the nape of his neck in slow, soothing circles. each wracking sob tears at her heart but she can only endure it and hold to him, to be his tether in the storm of his grief, weathering the crash of every wave until at last it begins to lose strength and slowly, with each breath, he settles. and even after he is stilling, as his breath begins to even out she continues to hold to him, humming softly into his hair, drawing her fingers over his nape.
at his kiss, his raw words, she smiles and squeezes her arms around his shoulders. ]
I know.
[ she teases, gently, drawing a hand down his back and up again. ]
And I love you.