She barely understands what this is, other than perhaps acknowledging the loss she'd felt when she'd left him a year ago. She hadn't been able to express it to anyone else; if anyone had noticed her sadness, they'd attributed it to the same losses they'd all suffered. Leia had seen a little more, but she never pressed, and so Rey had never cried for the hope that had shattered that day, save for the tears she shed in front of him.
It wasn't right that he should get so many of her tears, but who else? Who else could have known the depth of regret she felt? She hadn't made a secret of her hopes; that she was angry with him didn't mean she'd never wanted more.
And his offer now was so gentle, she couldn't help but allow her tears to fall freely, curling a little more tightly in on herself but not releasing his hand.
Does it hurt you, too?
The silent question goes unspoken, but perhaps he can pick it up in between her quietly hitching sobs.
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Date: 2022-09-08 04:00 am (UTC)From:It wasn't right that he should get so many of her tears, but who else? Who else could have known the depth of regret she felt? She hadn't made a secret of her hopes; that she was angry with him didn't mean she'd never wanted more.
And his offer now was so gentle, she couldn't help but allow her tears to fall freely, curling a little more tightly in on herself but not releasing his hand.
Does it hurt you, too?
The silent question goes unspoken, but perhaps he can pick it up in between her quietly hitching sobs.