A simple sentence. A simple gesture. Such small things, but Rory felt something loosen inside him even as fresh tears trickled down his face. His arms slid around Pippa in a reflex of want ... and love.
Let it go, my son. In his mind he heard the words his Da murmured in his ear not long ago. You can't be strong all the time, none of you can. Let go and try a little less hard, hmm?
Rory took a deep, shaky breath and let go, crying softly into Pippa's curls. He still felt broken and unworthy, but somewhere deep inside he thought he might see how to be whole again.
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Date: 2009-08-30 07:24 am (UTC)Let it go, my son. In his mind he heard the words his Da murmured in his ear not long ago. You can't be strong all the time, none of you can. Let go and try a little less hard, hmm?
Rory took a deep, shaky breath and let go, crying softly into Pippa's curls. He still felt broken and unworthy, but somewhere deep inside he thought he might see how to be whole again.