stephanie nashton does it all (forthem) wrote in rooms,
Re: log: steph/dami.
Stephanie wouldn't point out the tears as long as he didn't point out her ugly crying. It was silent understanding, allowing themselves this moment of vulnerability between the two of them. He was alive, and fuck it if she was going to pull emotional punches for this fucking miracle. No, she was going to let herself feel every single bit of happiness he mustered up inside of her. "I'm sorry, Damian," she whispered, returning the hug just as tight. Appreciating the suffocating embrace like it grounded her and made this actually feel real. "I'm so sorry."
Her blue eyes were bloodshot red, and her smile was wibbling, but bright as he pulled back. She nodded. "Yeah, I am." And she loved saying that any chance she got. She was getting married, and to the absolute love of her life. She didn't even hesitate answering his second question. "He does. He really, really does. He was the only thing that made me happy for a long time." Then, her watery blue eyes took him in, tears still sliding down her cheeks. She cupped his cheek gently, all big sister looking at a little brother she hadn't seen in a lifetime. And hadn't it been a lifetime for the both of them. "Are you real? Is it really you?"