[she'd be cruel an insensitive to ask anything of him while he's still mourning. his acknowledgement keeps her from deciding she isn't equipped for this and leaving, at least. . . and in the end, she takes a seat at the base of the tree, back pressed against the trunk]
I'm sorry for. . . [she trails off. aborts the sentence, and tries a different approach]
. . . it is okay to cry.
[he's crying right now, he isn't holding himself back, but does he understand that it's okay?]
no subject
I'm sorry for. . . [she trails off. aborts the sentence, and tries a different approach]
. . . it is okay to cry.
[he's crying right now, he isn't holding himself back, but does he understand that it's okay?]