[ The hand placed gently on her shoulder stirs something in her; she has to fight an urge of her own, to turn and press herself into his arms and cry and cry until she has no tears left. Instead, she reaches up with one trembling hand, laying it across that which sits on her shoulder, fingers pressing gently into the fabric of his glove as if the action alone will bring her peace.
But Neuvillette yet has words to speak, encourages her to address her feelings even as she tries to run from themβ
and he's right, she knows he is
βand Navia's eyes close as fresh tears slip from them, and as her legs tremble under her, she turns into him after all, shaking fingers twining in the fabric of his long, elegant robe. ]
They're gone, [ she whispers, and her voice breaks on the words. ] I didn't even have the chance to say goodbye, and they're gone. Just likeβ
[ The tears run down her cheeks, and she takes a faltering step into him, face pressing into his shoulder in spite of her earlier resolution to stay strong and put together. ]
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But Neuvillette yet has words to speak, encourages her to address her feelings even as she tries to run from themβ
and he's right, she knows he is
βand Navia's eyes close as fresh tears slip from them, and as her legs tremble under her, she turns into him after all, shaking fingers twining in the fabric of his long, elegant robe. ]
They're gone, [ she whispers, and her voice breaks on the words. ] I didn't even have the chance to say goodbye, and they're gone. Just likeβ
[ The tears run down her cheeks, and she takes a faltering step into him, face pressing into his shoulder in spite of her earlier resolution to stay strong and put together. ]