gently, ever so gently he takes her hand in his. he isn't at all certain as to why he's suddenly so compelled to reach out & touch her but feeling her soft flesh against his own is comforting ; he wants nothing more than to simply stay in this moment. he wants to continue to hold onto her & never let go. his facial structure harbors a somber expression & his features are slightly obscured by the angle of the fading sunlight. he wants to say something but instead, remains silent allowing that to
speak for itself. (continuing from the previous ask bc wow a novel apparently)
SHE STOPS IN HER TRACKS, earthen hues gazing into his golden sunset. the warmth of his hand was comforting, and just this act was enough to convey just how he felt. lightly squeezing his hand, she allowed a smile to creep onto her features. ❛ i’m right here, y’know ? i’m not going anywhere … ❜
