[⠀similar to that afternoon when the sky let its mantle fall upon them, a nostalgia that struck even the purest heart; feeling her, feeling her in his arms, chest to chest, heartbeat against heartbeat, brought back his breath, the sensation in his veins that 𝗵𝗲 𝘄𝗮𝘀
go anymore.
exhales. like a sigh resembling a broken sob, whisperingly.⠀]
what i'd have given . . . to have you like this, in my arms . . . 𝘄𝗶𝘁𝗵 𝗺𝗲.⠀[⠀his face rubs against her chestnut crown, resting his cheek on it, his arms do not give in, between the firmness that
[⠀to contemplate that gaze flooding with tears, it is impossible not to feel that jolt in his heart, an aged feeling that remains alive, incapable of being affected by the constant reset in his psyche, stole a discouraging sigh that betrays his longing for her, 𝗵𝗶𝘀
( upon feeling the hat atop her head and his voice calling out to her, she quickly turns her head to see him looking back at her. try as she might, she cannot help the tears welling up in her eyes. ) Caleb?
𝗮𝗻𝗰𝗵𝗼𝗿 to the earthly.⠀]
it's me . . .⠀[⠀wrapped in the imposing suit that distanced him from the presumed usual warmth, keeps it inside, intact.⠀]⠀i'm back, pips . . . it's me.
[⠀his voice that betrays the grief that distancing himself from her caused him, falters,