⟪ here's the thing: when someone you care for as deeply as she cares for sam spontaneously takes off one day and seemingly vanishes off the face of the earth for a week, it's impossible not to worry. of course she worries. she worries about him resting and eating and about whatever's affected him so much that he needs to take time and space away from seemingly everything. there's the nagging, thought, too, that he... has been through things in his life not everyone survives, and though he's told her he's sought help in the past ––
actually, that is what she focuses on.
he has sought help in the past. he needs space to himself. that's all too relatable a thing. when he's ready, he'll be back, that, too, she knows – because that is simply the kind of man that he is. in the meantime, she keeps to her routine – she goes to work, she goes to class, she waters the plants she's begun to set out in his garden, as she always does. that's why she's there when he's back, standing in his doorway with a cup of something as he often does during her morning visits. ⟫
Hey! You up for breakfast?
⟪ another tradition, that. she comes to take care of the garden, but usually, it ends with her making breakfast for them both. seeing how is night went, if he worked, or how his day'd been, if they hadn't seen each other for a day or two. talking about ordinary things. and she's smiling, too, same as always. perhaps there's a hint more relief in it now, but that doesn't make it less genuine.
she even walks up to him just the same, and if he lets her, she'll go up on her tip-toes to sneak a kiss in greeting. ⟫
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actually, that is what she focuses on.
he has sought help in the past. he needs space to himself. that's all too relatable a thing. when he's ready, he'll be back, that, too, she knows – because that is simply the kind of man that he is. in the meantime, she keeps to her routine – she goes to work, she goes to class, she waters the plants she's begun to set out in his garden, as she always does. that's why she's there when he's back, standing in his doorway with a cup of something as he often does during her morning visits. ⟫
Hey! You up for breakfast?
⟪ another tradition, that. she comes to take care of the garden, but usually, it ends with her making breakfast for them both. seeing how is night went, if he worked, or how his day'd been, if they hadn't seen each other for a day or two. talking about ordinary things. and she's smiling, too, same as always. perhaps there's a hint more relief in it now, but that doesn't make it less genuine.
she even walks up to him just the same, and if he lets her, she'll go up on her tip-toes to sneak a kiss in greeting. ⟫