[she doesn't ask this time, doesn't need anything more than the gaping pain in her chest, like someone cracked open her ribcage and messily tore through. her eyes are red, her throat is choked, and she hears the sounds -
in a moment, she's at his side, the book set down on the ground like the precious thing it is, and then her arms around him, clinging on tight even if she's trembling, even if more tears sting her eyes and want to be wept out. it's not fair, it's not right - how, why, and she wishes she could go back to this morning and ask Subaru wait, so that they could find them, have spent another hour, minute in their presence. a god's shrine is all but erased from her mind, when things hurt, hurt. Natsume gone, things missing, sleep that doesn't end.
he doesn't need to say a word. she doesn't need to see to sense his grief, so immense it fills the room. they both hurt in different ways, the missing section of their lives in the same shape.
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in a moment, she's at his side, the book set down on the ground like the precious thing it is, and then her arms around him, clinging on tight even if she's trembling, even if more tears sting her eyes and want to be wept out. it's not fair, it's not right - how, why, and she wishes she could go back to this morning and ask Subaru wait, so that they could find them, have spent another hour, minute in their presence. a god's shrine is all but erased from her mind, when things hurt, hurt. Natsume gone, things missing, sleep that doesn't end.
he doesn't need to say a word. she doesn't need to see to sense his grief, so immense it fills the room. they both hurt in different ways, the missing section of their lives in the same shape.
what do they do? what does anyone do?]