Oh how terribly wonderful it is, to love someone so much it causes a physical ache. To put a face and a name to the thing you’ve longed for since before you can remember.
This affection of his feels like condemnation. Doomed to follow just one step behind forever, doomed to remember the love for a man who practically never existed; to feel it, as raw and painful as it had been before.
never when it counts, never to clean the mold or replace the missing stair, because what happens inside your private residence stays there, and it truly is nobody’s business except your own.
Feels ironic.
angry and so frustrated all the time but the father does, and Gwaine knows nothing is fixed.
Okay, so the problem may not be the home itself. The problem is the community, because their kindness only stretches so far. They show up for funerals and weddings. They show up, but >