He loves you…but he didn’t want to love you…he can’t love you.
Rex stared at you with worn eyes as you were wrapped in his arms laying in the bed. The war was endless and it was coming to the point that every assignment he would have to go on got worse and harder to stay alive each time. One of his arms wrapped around your body and the other hand was combing through your messy hair.
He was a trooper who tried to obey the rules…to be a good soldier and follow orders.
Something was telling him the worse will come for him— that everything will change. As you laid in his arms he traced your facial features with his forefinger not wanting to forget any detail.
No.
If he doesn’t let go now, if he doesn’t leave now…if the words slip through his lips telling you he loves you…he wouldn’t be able to leave. He wants you…he shouldn’t…couldn’t…but does. His body trembled as his heart was shattering moment by moment.
Any moment you’ll wake up.
You’ll greet him with a sleepy kiss and hum him to sleep.
You were his safe space, his home, his reason.
No.
Get up.
He loves you…but he shouldn’t…he can’t…he doesn’t want to.
Without a second thought as he began to kiss the top of forehead the words slip.
“I love you..”
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I’m sorry this is so angst, I’m kind of in a sad mood right now and listening to music isn’t helping much BUT I hope you all enjoyed it.
Reblogs or feedback is welcomed!
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what if someone
had told us that
we didn’t
have to
be bleeding
in order
to be open?
what if someone
had told me
that a wound was
not the only way
to travel into
the center
of myself?
— Blythe Baird, from "Sad Girls Club," Sweet, Young, & Worried
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