Somewhat Useful
No One Ever Told Me That Grief Felt So Much Like Fear
by Amy L. Hull amilynh at comcast dot net
Farscape drabble
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Aeryn sat ramrod straight, teeth clenched. Feelings were to be denied, buried. She'd learned that as a child after her first beating for crying.
"You watched him die," John whispered into her hair. His chest was too warm against her and roughened hands stroked her arms, firm and gentle. "It's all right to grieve for the other me."
She stared at the black symbols on the page under her palm until he twined his fingers with hers.
Her control, tight and brittle, uncoiled as his scent, tangy and muddy, filled her nostrils and stung the moist corners of her eyes.