Thanks everyone for the reviews! I am pleased people are loving this. It's so unusual for me to write a whole fic not based around death and destruction! I had to add a little angst (after all this is me were talking about) So this is a tiny chapter doing that, don't worry all will be revealed and fixed in the next update.
Chapter Seven
Even Superwoman Needs help
Elizabeth was stood facing henry; his hand still pressed against her chest and hers holding it in place. Her eyes narrowed and turned a grey colour as the fear of what henry knew set in, weighing heavy on her chest like a boulder.
'It's ok' he reassured her, he slipped his hand from her heart to her upper arm, his other hand repeating the actions. Holding her in place he squeezed her slightly, his body pushing a little closer to hers. He could feel the fear radiating from her body to his. He smiled loving down at her.
'W..What box?' she tried to remain calm and confident but it wasn't working, the only person she couldn't maintain the posterior of a guarded self was Henry.
'This one' his words falling softer than snow as he took her hand and walked her over to the boxes. Yep, it was that box she thought to herself.
'Henry I need to explain' her words mumbled and falling from her lips fast as her heart increased in rate. She looked over to the box and back to him, the truth was like swallowing sand, the tiny grains scratched at her throat as she found she had a sudden inability to speak.
'Let me go and shower, you collect your thoughts and we can talk about it on our walk, yeah?' He once again flashed her that loving smile before giving her a small peck on the lips. Elizabeth was confused, she watched as he walked off in pursuit of her bathroom and remained speechless; how did that kiss feel normal, how hasn't his behaviour changed. She couldn't quite work out Henry's motives and it scared her.
She slowly turned to face the box in question, a small box in size that contained something a lot larger. Her fingers ran over the opening and reached inside, taking a grasp on the envelope that Henry had spotted; she knew he hadn't touched it as it remained sealed, but she guess he had put two and two together from the labelling. As she twisted and toyed with the envelope in her hands her mind began to drift into some dark places.
Elizabeth was alerted from her thoughts to the sound of Henry coming down the stairs, she glanced at her watch and cursed as she had been stood in that moment for approx. twenty minutes. She spun on the spot and shook herself
'You need to leave' her voice was stern, like Elizabeth had gone and her shell remained
'No please, lets talk about this. Please don't do this Elizabeth' He knew what was coming, from the moment the words left his mouth earlier this morning he had questioned himself. He attempted to walk closer to her but she shook her head
'The door is that way' she pointed out, her words cold but her expression torn and broken. Henry dipped his head and silently cursed himself
'Please don't push me away'
'I am not pushing I am asking you to walk away' she responded. She walked towards the front door and held it open. Her teeth grinding together as she watched Henry put his shoes and jumper on. He collected his things and walked towards her, she looked smaller, frail and vulnerable. He looked down at her feels like a giant, he stood closer and felt the coolness of her body hit his.
'Please Elizabeth' he begged, his voice dipped with empathy for her and she blinked tears away. Her blurry eyes glanced up and she swallowed hard; Henry was still a vision of perfection even though tear stained eyes. She shook her head vigorously and henry stopped her by placing a kind hand on her chin
'I said I would be here, and here I am'
'Please don't' her thick croaked voice lingered in the room. Henry leant down and planted a kiss on her lips, to his surprise she responded, he pulled back and took a moment before opening his eyes and looking back at her
'Even superwoman needs help sometimes, I said I was in this for the long haul, and I meant it' he whispered to her, giving her a small but delicate hug before stepping out of her front door. She watched as his shoulders dropped with a heavy sigh. Her hand clasped her mouth and sobs threatened to escape. She watched as she slowly turned to glance at her; it somehow felt like he was looking at her one last time, whist she was looking through him in disbelief he was still stood there.
'Remember what I said, I have two hands. I can hold a lot of 'baggage' your heart might be in the palm of my one hand Elizabeth, but it still gives me another free to hold something else just as precious.' He smiled sadly and left, he couldn't watch her get upset nor could he stay and hear her ask him to leave again, hearing it the first time stung enough.
'Don't go' she called, the only time in her life she had ever reached out and asked for support from someone, she didn't know where this new found confidence or ability to speak out came from, she often hated feeling so vulnerable and needy but it was different with Henry. Everything felt like it was crashing around her, being set on fire and burning to ashes but he was the coolness in the heat, the water in the desert, the arms that felt like home. A small heart wrenching sob tumbled from her lips at the realisation that the only time she asked for help; nobody heard her.