He slunk back to her side but didn’t move his head off of her shoulder. His eyes scanned the poorly painted walls, poorly painted over what the tumor had done when he painted words over his desk with a shaky hand. He looked down as the hand still tremored.
Lillian slowly reached for his tremoring hand. The walls could always use some work, but what happened was something he couldn’t control. She had accepted that and was glad that part of his life was over.
Ryan sighed and began the song he’d sang before… or… songs… he used the sheet only to remember the order of the song and where they cut off. He had the chords memorized already.
She just watched, mesmerized. She loved hearing his voice but almost never got to. It was something she treasured Everytime she heard it.
He sang through each song, his transitions through them were practically flawless they were so smooth.
She blinked back tears. Of course, only he could make her cry with a simple song collection, right?
He ended the song and reached over his guitar to wipe her tears gently. “It wasn’t that good,”
(Because my heart is dying.)
Well that was the plan.
(Ahhhhhhhhhhhh)
Did you want this? https://youtu.be/MWXoaUndeK8
The girl had Belle's stubbornness, refusing to give up until she had what she wanted. She had taken her mother's love for theater and turned it into her multipurpose tool. But when it came to her home life, she was truly her mother's daughter, loving anyone close enough with an undying passion.
He slunk back to her side but didn’t move his head off of her shoulder. His eyes scanned the poorly painted walls, poorly painted over what the tumor had done when he painted words over his desk with a shaky hand. He looked down as the hand still tremored.
Lillian slowly reached for his tremoring hand. The walls could always use some work, but what happened was something he couldn’t control. She had accepted that and was glad that part of his life was over.
He didn’t see things like that, he saw all the things that stayed with him. Brain damage and a shaking hand to remind him that he was still so broken. He latched onto her hand as best he could as it shook.
The girl had Belle's stubbornness, refusing to give up until she had what she wanted. She had taken her mother's love for theater and turned it into her multipurpose tool. But when it came to her home life, she was truly her mother's daughter, loving anyone close enough with an undying passion.
Belle and Ryan lived on through their kids. The only difference was that these kids suffering fading. They kissed their parents but they were happier now.
Ryan sighed and began the song he’d sang before… or… songs… he used the sheet only to remember the order of the song and where they cut off. He had the chords memorized already.
She just watched, mesmerized. She loved hearing his voice but almost never got to. It was something she treasured Everytime she heard it.
He sang through each song, his transitions through them were practically flawless they were so smooth.
She blinked back tears. Of course, only he could make her cry with a simple song collection, right?
He ended the song and reached over his guitar to wipe her tears gently. “It wasn’t that good,”
"You doubt my emotions sometimes." She chuckled.
The girl had Belle's stubbornness, refusing to give up until she had what she wanted. She had taken her mother's love for theater and turned it into her multipurpose tool. But when it came to her home life, she was truly her mother's daughter, loving anyone close enough with an undying passion.
Belle and Ryan lived on through their kids. The only difference was that these kids suffering fading. They missed their parents but they were happier now.
And that was their legacy. Their children. But through the years, they were never alone. While unnoticed by the two she loved most, their mother still followed them. A guardian angel of sorts. She missed her children but she was happy. She had her husband by her side again and her children alive and well.
Ryan sighed and began the song he’d sang before… or… songs… he used the sheet only to remember the order of the song and where they cut off. He had the chords memorized already.
She just watched, mesmerized. She loved hearing his voice but almost never got to. It was something she treasured Everytime she heard it.
He sang through each song, his transitions through them were practically flawless they were so smooth.
She blinked back tears. Of course, only he could make her cry with a simple song collection, right?
He ended the song and reached over his guitar to wipe her tears gently. “It wasn’t that good,”
"You doubt my emotions sometimes." She chuckled.
“Clearly,” he laughed with her and kissed her cheek.
"I love you." She smiled softly.
“Love you too,” he smiled back. “Wanna come with me? I’m gonna go get dinner started,”
(I’m going to see Beebo today I’m so excited)
(Lucky…)
"Sure!" She started for the kitchen, humming to herself.
(I’m excited bdjdnjxndzk)
Ryan put his guitar away and wandered off to the kitchen where he started making the food.
She stood back mostly and just watched. It was nice, just watching him be focused on something. It gave her the opportunity to notice the little things about him.
He slunk back to her side but didn’t move his head off of her shoulder. His eyes scanned the poorly painted walls, poorly painted over what the tumor had done when he painted words over his desk with a shaky hand. He looked down as the hand still tremored.
Lillian slowly reached for his tremoring hand. The walls could always use some work, but what happened was something he couldn’t control. She had accepted that and was glad that part of his life was over.
He didn’t see things like that, he saw all the things that stayed with him. Brain damage and a shaking hand to remind him that he was still so broken. He latched onto her hand as best he could as it shook.
Lillian squeezed before she brought,it up and kissed the back of his hand. Yeah he was broken, but so was she. She couldn't think anything of herself and felt useless almost all of the time.
(Have fun Darren!)
She stood back mostly and just watched. It was nice, just watching him be focused on something. It gave her the opportunity to notice the little things about him.
He started the food happily, it wasn’t his first time doing this, he was actually rather good at it.
She hummed softly, letting the tune carry her into a daydream.
"No, I do trust you," she replied honestly.
“Well that’s good I suppose.” Cooper sighed and looked over at her, taking her hand gently.
She smiled hopefully. "I love you."
She hummed softly, letting the tune carry her into a daydream.
“And now we wait,” he pushed himself up on the counter.
"No, I do trust you," she replied honestly.
“Well that’s good I suppose.” Cooper sighed and looked over at her, taking her hand gently.
She smiled hopefully. "I love you."
He hesitated before smiling a little. “Yeah… love you too.”
He didn’t see things like that, he saw all the things that stayed with him. Brain damage and a shaking hand to remind him that he was still so broken. He latched onto her hand as best he could as it shook.
Lillian squeezed before she brought,it up and kissed the back of his hand. Yeah he was broken, but so was she. She couldn't think anything of herself and felt useless almost all of the time.