she holds on and he stays steady; HEAVY FEET stuck to the ground as if cement bricks were holding him down. his touch soft as fingertips graze the skin on the back of her hand. a rush of wind leaving her lungs ( if she fell, the rag doll would be gone ).
‘ fine ———- i-i’m fine. ‘
but eyes plead for words that just won’t leave his horrid mouth. HOME ALONE ———– oh cordelia, where will you go ?!
‘ ☾ ★ ———she could almost feel that those words were stuck in his throat, unable to slip from his lips. and god, she knew what this felt like, being forced to be so silent. not because her mouth wasn’t working anymore, but her heart always kept her from letting more words out.
“ i wanted to go to the greenhouse, kyle—, ” she told him, her hands squeezing his gently, “ maybe you could help me? “
