The difficult part is waiting, but the voices had always whispered patience to her, so maybe... Maybe she could trust him. Maybe they wanted her to trust him?... He speaks so softly to her, and his smile is so kind that she feels the warmth of it in her chest. A tiny flame to chase away the emptiness.
She wants to hold tightly to that. To swallow it so it lives within her, buried in the warm earth that she never felt before, blooming a bright sapling of her own to nurture. But she doesn't know how, and he isn't like her. She can't sink into him or him into her, so she wrings her hands together and nods shyly.
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She wants to hold tightly to that. To swallow it so it lives within her, buried in the warm earth that she never felt before, blooming a bright sapling of her own to nurture. But she doesn't know how, and he isn't like her. She can't sink into him or him into her, so she wrings her hands together and nods shyly.
"How do you... not feel alone?"