04-16-2017, 09:23 PM
She was so soft beneath his touch, so surprisingly pliant. And so very still. He was grateful for that, most especially. Had she leaned into it or pressed for more, he wasn’t at all sure what might have happened. He was glad they wouldn’t have to find out, as she pulled back with a silent nod. In the moment before she turned away, her eyes opened to reveal a curious thing that had his head tilting and an amused smile spreading despite the tense and bizarre events that had just unfolded moments before.
Maybe she did know what she wanted after all.
The worry that this was irreparable between them melted away then. He shook his head in wonder at the confusing workings of women and grinned at her retreating back. He wasn’t sure if they’d worked things out, or if there ever was anything at all to work out in the first place, but he was glad she’d found happiness. Even as it sent a sharp spear of pain through his chest at his own situation, at everything he’d had and, in but a brief moment, at everything he’d lost.
His face sobered as he turned back to the lonely night sky. And wondered if he’d ever find a truly lasting love to match his own. But it would be such a very long time before he was ready to try. If he ever would be. Perhaps Reagan had been that one love that could never be replaced. That could never be had again.
He had his children, and this family of people he protected, cared for. He wasn't wealthy but he was rich.
Rich with blessings and a different sort of love.
A more lasting love, it seemed.
Maybe she did know what she wanted after all.
The worry that this was irreparable between them melted away then. He shook his head in wonder at the confusing workings of women and grinned at her retreating back. He wasn’t sure if they’d worked things out, or if there ever was anything at all to work out in the first place, but he was glad she’d found happiness. Even as it sent a sharp spear of pain through his chest at his own situation, at everything he’d had and, in but a brief moment, at everything he’d lost.
His face sobered as he turned back to the lonely night sky. And wondered if he’d ever find a truly lasting love to match his own. But it would be such a very long time before he was ready to try. If he ever would be. Perhaps Reagan had been that one love that could never be replaced. That could never be had again.
He had his children, and this family of people he protected, cared for. He wasn't wealthy but he was rich.
Rich with blessings and a different sort of love.
A more lasting love, it seemed.
