@Natasha
(Goodnight 😢)
(BUT WWWWWHHHHHHHHHHHHYYYYYYYYYYYYYY)
(Goodnight 😢)
(BUT WWWWWHHHHHHHHHHHHYYYYYYYYYYYYYY)
Cruz smiled widely, "Good. I'm doing my job right."
(Good morning!)
Fae put her head over his heart, listening to the steady beat. “How did I ever get so lucky to be your girlfriend?”
"Beats me." He replied back warmly.
“I wish I was brave, like you.” She held him a little tighter.
"I'm not brave." He assured, laughing a little.
“Yes you are.”, she insisted. “You’re the bravest person I’ve ever met.”
"Why?" He questioned, a genuine confusion glimmering in his tone.
Fae tucked her hands underneath her, looking up at him. “Because even though you’ve been through so much, you can act like nothing ever happened. Look at me. I’m scared out of my mind, of everything.”
"Well… you just don't bottle everything up like I do,"
Fae paused for a moment. “That’s still braver. You still have more control.” Her voice trembled with concern.
"It's not. It's weak," he insisted. "I can't ask for help. I'm not brave enough to make myself vulnerable,"
Fae’s breaths were laboured. “Vulnerability isn’t brave.” She shook her head. “And—if you ever need help— I can try.” Her voice dropped.
"Okay." He spoke, an unspoken cue he wanted to stop talking about this.
Fae took the cue, letting her eyes fall shut.
He fell quiet.
Fae opened her mouth as if to say something, but hesitated. “Cruz?”
"¿Sí?" He spoke back in a hush.
She licked her parched lips, nervous. “Would—“ She faltered. “Would you mind walking me home today?” Her voice was small, quiet, lost.
"Not at all," he answered softly.
Oh thank god. She exhaled, relief making her eyes just a little brighter, happier. “Thanks, Cruz. Sorry.”
"Don't apologize." He smiled.
“Sorr— Okay.” The faintest Grace of a smile was imprinted on her dry, bloody lips.
*trace
He rested a kiss on them.
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