It's not a maybe. It's not a warning. His words have the ring of something already all but certain. Entreaty, and release, and permission, and support. Encouragement. Already planned and accepted. For her. Before even giving it to her. It makes her want to tear up more, threads it with bewildered confusion at what she could have done to deserve this. Especially with everything that's happened.
It's been impossible, but he never gave up. He never gave up and somehow, somehow. All there is is the paper, and Nathan's face in front of her...and a woman one hour away.
"Thank you." It cracks, again. Barely. It's not big enough.
She's not even sure there are words big enough. For all the answers she might finally get.
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Date: 2018-06-29 01:45 am (UTC)It's been impossible, but he never gave up. He never gave up and somehow, somehow.
All there is is the paper, and Nathan's face in front of her...and a woman one hour away.
"Thank you." It cracks, again. Barely. It's not big enough.
She's not even sure there are words big enough.
For all the answers she might finally get.