We may not be related, but we can relate.

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So many times he has watched her leave, a timid smile being her silent goodbye before she’d turn her back to him and chase a hope that would crush both of their hearts; so many times he has faked a laugh before sinking into the void she has left behind, her empty desk being a constant reminder of her being so distant; so many times she has been helplessly torn away from him before he had a chance to hold her close. Too many times she has left to face life alone and has come back with nothing but death in her heart.

But this time he won’t let her go, not alone at least. This time it’s not only his eyes that follow her, but it’s his whole body, his whole being that hops on the plane with her, ready to fight her battles on a foreign field and to heal her wounds after the war.

One day, when the warriors rest and the hearts beat in synch, she lies next to him and loses herself in his warm green eyes. He smiles at her, strokes her cheek with his thumb, holds her in his strong arms and lets her lay her head on his chest. Lulled by his breath, she slowly drifts off to sleep and savors some minutes of peace before hours of war.

That day, she’s not far from home. Not really.

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"… you…"

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janefoster:

basically my life can be summed up in alternating periods of Linda Belcher’s “Alriiiiight!” and Bob Belcher’s “Oh my god”

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Tue, Sep 2 @ 6:32 PM