[She didn't know what she expected. She could never have imagined this. Of course though, it was so like him. He wouldn't blame her for any of it. Not for staying silent, not even for pulling to trigger. He had come to rescue her when her father kidnapped her. How was he to know that she would break regulation and the law? He did his job and escorted a criminal to the security facility. What would he have done if he had told her then? Would it have been any better? He was so devastated he couldn't even speak. Her heart dropped to the floor when he violently wrenched his hand away. She didn't even realise how tight she had been holding again.
But instead he held her. He held her so closely, so desperately that it almost moved her to tears again.
She felt him tremble and heard his sobs beginning to form. He was crying, she never wanted to see him like this, but a small part of her was relieved. She knew that he had been holding so much suffering deep in his heart for so long. There was nothing she could say to comfort him at that moment.
She pulled her arms around him. Cradling him. One hand on the back of his head, the other stroking his back. What was done was done. She couldn't stop him from grieving over the suffering of a loved one. She couldn't stop it. Could she even help him? Was her touch like this even enough to comfort him? When he saw her very existence here as proof of his failings?
He was so weak from sorrow that she was able to sway him to the side. Their legs still hanging over the side of the bed made it difficult and slightly uncomfortable to stay like that. She guided him backwards to lie down on the bed, her staying close by his side.
She didn't let go and let him continue to muffle his tears against her collar. She held him tightly, continuing to rub his back, stroke his hair, doing everything she possibly could to to try and calm him. She leaned back so that he splayed across her chest. She kicked off her boots and grabbed one of his legs with her ankles to pull him fully on the bed with her.
She couldn't stop him for blaming himself. Even if she hadn't killed her father like she did. Wouldn't Mamoru still be dragged in to Sakura the way he was? Then she would live without knowing that he was still alive. She would never want that. She would take this suffering over and over a million times over before she lived in a world without him. He was alive, he was here, that was all that mattered.
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But instead he held her. He held her so closely, so desperately that it almost moved her to tears again.
She felt him tremble and heard his sobs beginning to form. He was crying, she never wanted to see him like this, but a small part of her was relieved. She knew that he had been holding so much suffering deep in his heart for so long. There was nothing she could say to comfort him at that moment.
She pulled her arms around him. Cradling him. One hand on the back of his head, the other stroking his back.
What was done was done. She couldn't stop him from grieving over the suffering of a loved one. She couldn't stop it. Could she even help him? Was her touch like this even enough to comfort him? When he saw her very existence here as proof of his failings?
He was so weak from sorrow that she was able to sway him to the side. Their legs still hanging over the side of the bed made it difficult and slightly uncomfortable to stay like that. She guided him backwards to lie down on the bed, her staying close by his side.
She didn't let go and let him continue to muffle his tears against her collar. She held him tightly, continuing to rub his back, stroke his hair, doing everything she possibly could to to try and calm him. She leaned back so that he splayed across her chest. She kicked off her boots and grabbed one of his legs with her ankles to pull him fully on the bed with her.
She couldn't stop him for blaming himself. Even if she hadn't killed her father like she did. Wouldn't Mamoru still be dragged in to Sakura the way he was? Then she would live without knowing that he was still alive. She would never want that. She would take this suffering over and over a million times over before she lived in a world without him.
He was alive, he was here, that was all that mattered.