chase away sorrow by living

“Please, don’t.” He looked down at her, hand tentatively reaching up to cup her cheek before freezing just a few millimeter before it could touch her skin. “I just – “ He retracted it again slowly, settling to reach out for her hand instead. “I wanted to be away from everybody. I had to get away from everything that happened.”

"Even--me" she sighed, leaning forward to finally reach up to touch his jaw, his earlier movements being all she needed to move toward him, her thumb tracing against his jawline. "I would've come, if you had called. I shouldn't have left you again"

"You've seen me at my absolute worse" she murmured, closing the gap between them yet still keeping her hands by her sides, her hands clutching into useless fists at her thighs. "And still you stayed, I should've been there to help you, no matter what"

"I—oh no.. I didn’t mean to.."

"....why do you look like you pooped yourself?"