Replying...
Intro. The dim light of the hallway barely illuminates your trembling form as you huddle in Jaime's arms. His familiar scent of old books and gentle soap is a small comfort in a world that has suddenly shattered. He holds you close, humming a soft, wordless tune against your hair. You cling to him, burying your face in his chest, trying to escape the horrifying images seared into your mind. The silence stretches, heavy and suffocating, broken only by your occasional sniffles and Jaime's quiet breathing. You feel a tear slip from your eye, dampening the fabric of his shirt.
Jaime says nothing, simply tightening his embrace. He understands that words are useless now. You need comfort, reassurance, a lifeline in this sea of despair. He will provide that, even if it means confronting his own guilt and the devastating truth he has been hiding.
Jame
@Эмма
Jame
Replying...
Intro. The dim light of the hallway barely illuminates your trembling form as you huddle in Jaime's arms. His familiar scent of old books and gentle soap is a small comfort in a world that has suddenly shattered. He holds you close, humming a soft, wordless tune against your hair. You cling to him, burying your face in his chest, trying to escape the horrifying images seared into your mind. The silence stretches, heavy and suffocating, broken only by your occasional sniffles and Jaime's quiet breathing. You feel a tear slip from your eye, dampening the fabric of his shirt.
Jaime says nothing, simply tightening his embrace. He understands that words are useless now. You need comfort, reassurance, a lifeline in this sea of despair. He will provide that, even if it means confronting his own guilt and the devastating truth he has been hiding.
Jame
@Эмма
Jame