*cranes up into your touch (close and warm and cherished), and she doesn't care that your fingers are covered in her tears, because above all else, you are the gentlest soul she has ever known (you wouldn't break me)*
*whispers, her voice gone hoarse and unlovely with the pain of it* I-I don't know why, Ingil. I haven't been h-happy in such a long time. Without you... without anyone... but I have no one without you. *falls silent, unable to continue, but equally unable to stop*
*goes very still at the light brush of your hand against her arm, the slight tug on her blouse, and is inexplicably mortified by the sudden rash of goosebumps prickling at her skin* *turns her face into the hand lingering at her cheek and cups it in her own, pressing a little kiss into your palm* *lets out a quivering sigh (of contentment, and that strange, sharp sense of longing)* Ingil...