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.