[ He can barely believe what he's hearing. After what he's seen - what she's experienced - and these are the words that come from her mouth. ]
Do not compare them and find your memory lacking.
[ He knows she doesn't want him to see her cry but he pulls back and takes her chin in his hand, forcing her to look at him. ]
Do you think you have no right to your tears? You keep saying you're sorry and you should have done this or that differently - why? Why can't you see that you were hurt? Do you think that because I watched my brother die that watching you nearly die doesn't rip a hole in me too?
[ His hand moves, caressing her face now. Rough fingers and thumb brushing over her skin like he can rub out all her doubts. ]
Please stop looking for reasons to find fault with yourself. You are alive and that's what matters.
[ The image of her lying there with blood coating her fingers and in pain mirrors Karl so well. But their stories had different outcomes. Different people, different worlds, but a similar pain that connects them. ]
Don't ever think you're not worthy of my time. Don't think the sight of you lying there isn't as important as losing my brother. Both images will haunt me. If I didn't care about you then that image wouldn't, but I do and I know it will.
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[ He can barely believe what he's hearing. After what he's seen - what she's experienced - and these are the words that come from her mouth. ]
Do not compare them and find your memory lacking.
[ He knows she doesn't want him to see her cry but he pulls back and takes her chin in his hand, forcing her to look at him. ]
Do you think you have no right to your tears? You keep saying you're sorry and you should have done this or that differently - why? Why can't you see that you were hurt? Do you think that because I watched my brother die that watching you nearly die doesn't rip a hole in me too?
[ His hand moves, caressing her face now. Rough fingers and thumb brushing over her skin like he can rub out all her doubts. ]
Please stop looking for reasons to find fault with yourself. You are alive and that's what matters.
[ The image of her lying there with blood coating her fingers and in pain mirrors Karl so well. But their stories had different outcomes. Different people, different worlds, but a similar pain that connects them. ]
Don't ever think you're not worthy of my time. Don't think the sight of you lying there isn't as important as losing my brother. Both images will haunt me. If I didn't care about you then that image wouldn't, but I do and I know it will.