He can have twenty, a thousand, because she sure as hell isn't going to let him slip away from her now. Not that easily, stealing a moment, resigning himself to the fading bliss of one last comforting dream. He has his whole life ahead of him, so young, and she's determined he'll see it — with her hand in his, supporting him every step of the way.
"Ben," she calls, gripping his hand firmly. "C'mon. Jus' a lil' further now. Please. For me."
She gets to her knees not knowing how, some strength she didn't think she had pulling her up, telling her to move. In the dark, in the muck, where her strongest compulsion is to cry for help, to search for aid, some quiet voice echoing in the catacombs of her mind whispers no. No. He doesn't need a hero, Kate; he's got you.
"C'mon now."
Even if she has to drag him the whole way.
"Up, boy."
Even if she has to bleed.
"Get up."
Even if she gets left behind.
She'll fight the darkness every step of the way, she'll fight her own self, and if she buckles it sure as hell won't be until after he's safe.
She's on her feet now, hands in his, pulling him up.
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Date: 2011-06-08 05:06 pm (UTC)He can have twenty, a thousand, because she sure as hell isn't going to let him slip away from her now. Not that easily, stealing a moment, resigning himself to the fading bliss of one last comforting dream. He has his whole life ahead of him, so young, and she's determined he'll see it — with her hand in his, supporting him every step of the way.
"Ben," she calls, gripping his hand firmly. "C'mon. Jus' a lil' further now. Please. For me."
She gets to her knees not knowing how, some strength she didn't think she had pulling her up, telling her to move. In the dark, in the muck, where her strongest compulsion is to cry for help, to search for aid, some quiet voice echoing in the catacombs of her mind whispers no. No. He doesn't need a hero, Kate; he's got you.
"C'mon now."
Even if she has to drag him the whole way.
"Up, boy."
Even if she has to bleed.
"Get up."
Even if she gets left behind.
She'll fight the darkness every step of the way, she'll fight her own self, and if she buckles it sure as hell won't be until after he's safe.
She's on her feet now, hands in his, pulling him up.
And she isn't going to let go.