[ It is enough when his words make something in her chest seize and then loosen, and it is enough to make her press herself against him for the briefest second as she breathes in how their differences are enough.
(All she needed was one who won't see her as a saint.)
For her, it's enough.
So even when he holds no faith when that's all she holds, and even if he won't hope when that's all she can shoulder, she thinks it's enough.
At least, in this one small moment, it's enough when it's all they're willing to have - because stopping just for each other is not something they will choose to do when they have much more to do.
(Even if they paused for two seconds to consider that they could choose it.)
She pulls back a little, so her voice isn't muffled. ]
When was the last time I didn't answer something you asked of me?
[ Her question is almost chiding, but her words are warm with affection. ]
I promise. I swear to you - not on my name, not on my flag, not on anything else except it's because it's what I wish to do.
[ Because if she had a selfish wish, it'd be to return to him.
Because she can't promise to stay with him when the universe hangs in the balance.
Because the moments that they can simply be they two may run out by the end of the next weekend or even before.
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(All she needed was one who won't see her as a saint.)
For her, it's enough.
So even when he holds no faith when that's all she holds, and even if he won't hope when that's all she can shoulder, she thinks it's enough.
At least, in this one small moment, it's enough when it's all they're willing to have - because stopping just for each other is not something they will choose to do when they have much more to do.
(Even if they paused for two seconds to consider that they could choose it.)
She pulls back a little, so her voice isn't muffled. ]
When was the last time I didn't answer something you asked of me?
[ Her question is almost chiding, but her words are warm with affection. ]
I promise. I swear to you - not on my name, not on my flag, not on anything else except it's because it's what I wish to do.
[ Because if she had a selfish wish, it'd be to return to him.
Because she can't promise to stay with him when the universe hangs in the balance.
Because the moments that they can simply be they two may run out by the end of the next weekend or even before.
(Because it truly isn't enough.
But she can't admit that.) ]
I'll show you I'll come back to you.