The words were falling over themselves as she desperately tried to cheer him up — even though she cheered him simply by being there. He wondered whether she could sense the melancholy that he felt shrouded him, wondered whether it was as potent as he had always feared it was. Oh, Rose.
I love the slow pace of this, and you capture his vulnerability so well. It's beautiful.
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Date: 2008-03-11 09:55 pm (UTC)The words were falling over themselves as she desperately tried to cheer him up — even though she cheered him simply by being there. He wondered whether she could sense the melancholy that he felt shrouded him, wondered whether it was as potent as he had always feared it was. Oh, Rose.
I love the slow pace of this, and you capture his vulnerability so well. It's beautiful.