January 1, 2012.
Faltering
"There will be times when I'm not there to catch you."
For so long she has walked the eggshell-tightrope between living and dying, navigated the edge of the knife. Now, though, with him gone, she is not sure how she will manage.
One tear, faltering.
A/N: She will, though. Somehow.
Eyelet lace and hamadryads and bloodsucking leeches~
Sweethearted.
