[Sunny can be stronger than anyone could ever recognize. Even now, for all Aubrey’s reminded herself this is what he wants, not what he needs… she finds herself thinking he needs her.
[He needs her, right now, on the floor of his own treehouse, to stay awake. To keep upright for him, and hold him through the night. To not let the heartache of what he’s been through, of what he’s had to do, of what he couldn’t do—for all of it, every wasted second, not to crush her.
[Aubrey needs Sunny, really.
[Maybe minutes pass, maybe hours. She ingulges, just slightly—her own chin coming to rest on his shoulder, still holdng, squeezing, releasing, squeezing....]
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[Sunny can be stronger than anyone could ever recognize. Even now, for all Aubrey’s reminded herself this is what he wants, not what he needs… she finds herself thinking he needs her.
[He needs her, right now, on the floor of his own treehouse, to stay awake. To keep upright for him, and hold him through the night. To not let the heartache of what he’s been through, of what he’s had to do, of what he couldn’t do—for all of it, every wasted second, not to crush her.
[Aubrey needs Sunny, really.
[Maybe minutes pass, maybe hours. She ingulges, just slightly—her own chin coming to rest on his shoulder, still holdng, squeezing, releasing, squeezing....]
I love you… Sunny....