I’m going, she says, and the blanket of silence hangs on the night sky before breaking.
Mm, he muses. How do you feel?
Amazing, and everything else, are the words she exclaim, with expressive and positive actions, but there is a glittering quiver in her eyes, the tremble of the upper lip, and involuntary shaking that would not quite go away,
Don’t cry, he whispers.
Arms around. Tears that fall.
I’m afraid, she admits with the tiniest sob.
You are brave and you are well, you are intelligent and you are you, he reasons with a slight smile. Just like the stars above, I’ll remember you.
And his hand, it holds hers.