I don't want you to feel worse, I know how much you're beating yourself up right now, but I cried 3xs last night went so numb that sleep, while troubled, was a blessing - harder than I cried for my parents, or even my friends. E tells me it's not my fault, I shouldn't blame myself, and I hear him – but the deep dark part of that is yours, doesn't believe it. Several times you've tried to get me to talk to you, to rail against you, and believe me I want to punch you in the gut and slap you across the face, but when I turn my gaze to you, all I see is the man I've fallen so deeply for, asking for help. All I see are those big sad brown eyes, begging me not to give up - and I won't, I can't.
You're not alone anymore, my Wolf, not anymore. You have us, all of us – and you have me.
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