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a smile creeps across her lips at the sight of the other woman,  and while something feels so strange about being at the hospital? itâs nice to see friendly faces. itâs nice to see... anyone. god, she loves max and she loves luna, but georgia canât deny that spending so much time at home  âŞÂ often on her own, when max brings luna to work with him âŤÂ  is difficult. itâs really difficult. friends from the dance company show up now and then for quick visits, but the reminder of the fact that she may very well never dance again is painful.Â
isolation, pain, frustration... they dominate her waking hours, until max and luna come home and georgiaâs not left to her own devices â as long as she stays in bed. so, even if itâs only for a check-in to see how sheâs doing? she will take the social interaction, brief as it may be.  âhey there!â  for a woman dealing with so much, with so much pain and all the turbulence thatâs coming with her recovery, georgiaâs surprised at how chipper and energetic she sounds,  âhow are things going? is my husband causing much trouble?âÂ
(đ¤đ˘đŹđŻđ¤đŚđ ,   đ¤đŹđŹđĄđ´đŚđŤ     )   *
âi know itâs hard.â  she shakes her head, heart aching  (  though it makes sense, seeing as her heart is merely an extension of his  ),  âi know youâre tired,â  tired. weary. so many other things.  âyouâre also brave, and smart, and you have such a big big heart,â  his heart. his tenacity. theyâre things sheâs always loved about him  â things she had always loved about him. the smile on her face is sad, and full of longing, as she steps forward to place a hand on his shoulder.  âthings would be different, yes,â  she agrees with no argument, with no thought to argue,  âof course they would, and i wish they were, max,â  the soothing in her tone is hushed and soft, the sadness in her eyes very real as free hand moves to cup his cheek,  âi wish they were. i wish i could be here. with luna. with you,â  she misses themâŚÂ or rather senses the longing in maxâs heart and knows it would be reciprocated if she possibly could.  âyouâre doing wonderfully, max. would i lie to you about that?â Â
đ¸đđ      âđź      đđđâđźđ      đ˝đâ     is     to     have     her     back.     the      longing      sits      heavily      upon      lungs      ,      breaking      in      waves      down      his      muscles.      gaze      doesnât      drift      apart      from      the      áÎźoĆ¨Ď Â Â Â Â Â Â oÉť Â Â Â Â Â Â É Â Â Â Â Â Â Ęá´ÉťÔ      painfully      present      ,      digits      đđ đĽđ˘       đ´đŚđąđĽ       đŤđ˘đ˘đĄ       đŹđŁ Â Â Â Â Â Â đ đŹđŤđŤđ˘đ đąđŚđŹđŤÂ      ,      sadness      &      loss      paint      exhausted      features      as      ocean      eyes      fill      with      sparkles      of      tears      looking      at      her.          â          iâm       not       so       sure       about       that       ,       because       i       donât       think       i       can          ⸝          â        Â
â          i       donât       think       i       can       do       this       đ¨đđĽđđ đŚđĽ       đŞđ đŚ.          â           glaring      holes      within      abdomen       ,       gaping       chasms       of       đđđŠđđđ        đđđđĄđđđđ        twisting       inner       organs       apart.       her       voice       pours       light       within       cracks       of       heart       ,       her       words       sooth       absence       from       own       arms               (       ironic       ,       he       should       know       how       to       heal       a       breaking       figure        ,        đ°đĽđŹđ˛đŠđĄ        đ¨đŤđŹđ´        đĽđŹđ´        đąđŹ Â Â Â Â Â Â Â đ°đąđŹđ        đąđĽđ˘        đđŠđ˘đ˘đĄđŚđŤđ¤        đĽđ˘đđŻđąÂ       ).               broken       voice       escapes       lips       ,       lack       of       words       stuck       above       tongue.           â          she       uh       ,       she       mÍiÍsÍsÍeÍsÍ       your       parents.       i       left       her       there       with       them       because       it       wasnât       ,       đ𼠠     đ¨đđ¤đâ𼠠     đ¤đđđ       đđđ đŚđđ       &       now       she       .   .   .           â         Â
to hold her daughter more than once, Â she shouldâve been allowed that, Â shouldnât she? Â but she wasnât. Â she hadnât been. Â itâd only been in spirit and in memory that georgia had been able to experience any real time with luna, Â to share anything meaningful with the child sheâd loved so fiercely. Â the child she still loves, Â with the piece of her that lives on in max and her parents, Â and luna herself. Â luna will never actually remember her mother, Â but max? Â he should be her world. itâs nothing less than georgia wouldâve accepted. Â itâs nothing less than max wouldâve wanted were she the one left to raise their daughter without him, Â isnât it? Â
of course it is.
âyou can. Â you have everything you need to succeed, Â you know that. Â no one in the world could possibly love luna as much as you do, Â not to mention more than you do. Â not even my parents. Â your time, Â your love, Â your care... Â what more does she really need?â
âyou are doing it without me, Â max. Â youâre doing so well,â Â him, Â him, Â him... heâd insisted repeatedly that he wouldnât be there to see luna grow up, Â that heâs the one whoâd miss everything, Â but it seems fate had its own plans, Â cruel as they were. Â âsheâs so young, Â she hasnât had the time to get to really know you. Â youâve done what you could to keep her safe. Â you just said so yourself. Â sheâs spent more time with my parents, Â of course she misses them, Â but really? Â really, Â she misses her dad. youâre the person sheâll remember as she grows up. Â youâre the person sheâll go to with her problems, Â and her hopes, Â and fears, Â and all of her dreams. Â you will. Â not my parents. Â max, Â she deserves her dad. if she canât have her mom, Â donât you dare let her lose you too,â
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đđđđđđđđ   đđđđđ   holding   emotions   boxed   within     (     counting   the   good   days     ).     hope   renewed   to   the   core   with   every    single    success   success   yet   fear   still   leaves   within   brain   reminding   that   maybe   this   is   as   far   as   they   can   get      â     đđđđ.     mind   refuse   to   believe   knowing   one   day   she   will   dance   on   a   stage   again    &    he    will    proudly    present    the    world    of    ballet    to    their    daughter    explaining    that    mommy    is    a    master    of    it.          â          you    know    ,    đ˘đđ    đđđ    đđ    đ    đđđđđđđđđ    đđđ.            â   Â
soft   chuckle   escapes   lips   &   her   words   washes   fear   that   something   might   go   wrong   away   ,   her   voice   places   disturbing   thoughts   back   in   a   box   far   away   from   nerves   to   crawl   upon.   few   steps   closer   ,   arms   pull   the   other   inside   safe   shelter   of   his   embrace.           â          they   were   uh      â     they   were   bad   ,   actually.     đđ   đđđđ.           â          touch   of   lips   against   the   other   before   forehead   rests   above   hers.     deep   exhale   trying   to   force   flashbacks   of   past   two   hours   away   followed   by   own   thumb   drawing   tiny   circles   of   love   against   wifeâs   skin   right   below   beauty   of   her   eyes.           â          how   are   you   ?     tired   ,   hungry   ?           â
her heart is light,  a warmth surrounding her at just the sight of her husband. he always seems to just make things better, doesnât he? with a soft smile, georgia just sits and looks at him for a long moment, shaking her head at his response,  âmmm not so much anymore,â  a hint of sadness lays thinly atop the words, because how could she not feel sad? how could all the things sheâs lost not weight her down, just a little? georgiaâs grateful for her family, sheâs glad to be alive, but she hasnât felt like herself in so long now.
still, she smiles as he approaches, even more safety to be found in his arms, with hers moving almost by instinct to drape over his shoulders; hands clasping at the back of his neck. georgia doesnât think she could even articulate how much she loves this man, or what sheâd do without him â he gave up everything to move them to london in the hopes of some actual assistance with the problems that have plagued her so persistently since the accident.  âiâm so sorry max, i know you had a good feeling about this batch,âÂ
eyes shut as she relishes in the soft touches offered by her husband,  âa little tired, and i have a bit of a headache, but otherwise i canât complain. just trying to clean up a little while i can before hurricane luna wakes back up,â  georgia laughs lightly, one hand moving to rub his shoulder. Â
she turns toward the sound of the door closing,  a hint of a smile on her lips as gaze falls on max.  âlunaâs napping,â  georgia notes quietly,  âshe wore herself out while you were out, i think she might be part hurricane and iâm certain she gets it from you,â  teasing as the comment might be, it really makes sense, doesnât it? whatever fire max has burning inside of him, the fire that makes him so determined to save the world, itâs clear their daughter has inherited that â to some degree.  âhow were the job interviews? any luck?â Â
@guidwinâ said  âžÂ  "i didn't tell you because i was afraid... of losing you."
400 RANDOM SENTENCES,  accepting.
this conversation...  it feels like theyâve had this conversation a hundred times and itâs exhausting. eyes shut briefly as she sighs, shoulders dropping. her face contorts in a quick shift from disbelief to anger to sadness â finally settling on something between exhaustion and a deep rooted grief that georgia canât seem to kill. the grief grows back the moment she thinks itâs gone for good, and it seems more difficult to rid herself of every time. Â
âmax...â  his name is quiet, strained as it falls from her lips,  âyou canât keep doing this. you canât maintain this cycle, i canât take it. one second youâre saying youâll talk to me, the next youâre keeping secrets, and itâs making my head spin.â  a moment is spent steadying herself, fighting against tears as georgia takes a deep breath,  âmax, you not telling me is more likely to drive me away than anything else, i donât know why you donât seem to understand that,â
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