Title: Exhale
Rating: PG -just 'cause
Summary: 1 drabble. Marissa/Ryan
Disclaimer: I don't own anything.
Exhale
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He breathes.
Sorrow breeds on her. He can smell it. There is nothing he can do or say to take away the pain in her chest.
His hand feels so right on hers. Her hand a soft cushion. His thick fingers a cartel of sinew repose over hers.
Her hair a curtain of weeping-willow strands, soft under his nose and smelling of apple blossom.
The fatalistic marriage of her parent's and the less than fairytale version of her own romance weighing heavy on her, make the keening of her soul a thumping beat.
He listens.
He doesn't judge.