Ellie smiled briefly, shyly. Here for you. Through whatever. David's words were ones she'd heard before, but never grew tired of -- sort of like everything else about him.
Strange how love had made a lot of things so easy, yet still made this harder than it would have ever been otherwise.
Ellie's dream journal was inappropriately cheery-colored, a bright pink that had nothing to do with its contents; it wasn't hard to spot glaring from underneath a stack of folders, her shed blouse. Still, Ellie pointed dutifully; then she gathered David suddenly in her arms, holding him tightly for as long as it took to gather herself, blink the last of her tears away.
There was really no use in crying anymore. Not that there ever had been.
Pulling away from him, Ellie managed an apologetic smile. "It's... It's very... Well. I don't know. I..."
Words, please.
"I think it's the fourth or fifth page," she managed, lying back on the bed again. David's ceiling was easy to look at -- plain and stark, the way she wished her mind could be.