[Not his fault, and yet he cannot help but feel he had done something to bring this about, to stir the feelings that had taken her over so completely. It wasn't often that Amelia allowed herself to be vulnerable; even with him, someone who had earned her complicit trust, it was a rarity.
It was even less often that what she allowed to show through was hurt, but he knows that's precisely what he sees in her now, pain that runs far deeper than even he could have guessed. So much of her past remains shrouded in mystery, chapters he's not yet had the opportunity to read, but he knows full well that much of her life had been touched by isolation, by unhappiness, by loss.
His brows draw downward as he gives a worried frown, closing his arms around her as she anchors herself to him, gathering her against his chest and bringing a hand to gently rest against the back of her head.]
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It was even less often that what she allowed to show through was hurt, but he knows that's precisely what he sees in her now, pain that runs far deeper than even he could have guessed. So much of her past remains shrouded in mystery, chapters he's not yet had the opportunity to read, but he knows full well that much of her life had been touched by isolation, by unhappiness, by loss.
His brows draw downward as he gives a worried frown, closing his arms around her as she anchors herself to him, gathering her against his chest and bringing a hand to gently rest against the back of her head.]
My love, talk to me— please.