[ it feels like his world stops with those last three words, like everything comes to a head, and he has to take a breath, fight for air a little. the desire to find her is burrowed bone deep and cloud has to combat against it, tooth and nail. this alone is more than he deserves. to hear her voice, to hear that she misses him, too.
it's too much and not enough all at once. he's quiet for a numbing stretch of time, every word he tries to summon gets stuck in his throat. if he closes his eyes, it's the memory of water, of the feeling of her under his fingers, damp and cold and light, that he has to suppress. he's not cut out to be a hero, never was. not like zack. ]
Can I see you? Maybe not now, but— sometime. When you're ready. [ and it sounds weak even to him, but he isn't hiding from her. he won't. ]
voice. rises from the grave ughhhh
it's too much and not enough all at once. he's quiet for a numbing stretch of time, every word he tries to summon gets stuck in his throat. if he closes his eyes, it's the memory of water, of the feeling of her under his fingers, damp and cold and light, that he has to suppress. he's not cut out to be a hero, never was. not like zack. ]
Can I see you? Maybe not now, but— sometime. When you're ready. [ and it sounds weak even to him, but he isn't hiding from her. he won't. ]