3some_mod (3some_mod) wrote in pimp_my_3some, @ 2007-05-29 08:12:00 |
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Original poster: devils_brooms
Sometimes lovers are lost. And sometimes, occasionally they are found once more. But what happens when you have moved on from that love? Can you really pretend nothing has happened? Especially when you are the one they reach out to for help? I offer a story that asks just these questions.
“He’s in a very fragile state right now. He hasn’t let anyone touch him since he was found. We’re not sure what happened to him, and we haven’t been able to get close enough to do a full exam of him. We’re not sure what he might have been put through. Just…take it slow.”
It was possibly the first intelligent thing she’d said to me. I nodded, then approached Blaise slowly, like you would a spooked animal. “Blaise?” I said softly, scared that he would shy away from even me.
I needn’t have worried. Upon turning to see who had spoken, his eyes, which for a moment had been lifeless and dull, sparkled, and he threw himself at me, curling around me and shaking, all without a sound. I did the only thing that came naturally. My arms closed around him, and I began to stroke his back. “It’s all right. I’m here now.” I wasn’t entirely sure what I could do, but I certainly wasn’t about to leave him alone, now that I knew he was still alive.
Can lost love win over cruel fate? Can new love heal old? Sometimes words are not needed. Sometimes all that is needed—is love.