and it knocks the air out of her lungs. this fact without room to shift or bend: he loves her. she loves him. even for all her adoration and love for geun-tae, she knew nothing would ever truly come of it. he so deeply loved his wife more than anything, and she was willing to accept that. of course. and so it would be that the person she loved would never love her back - until ookurikara.
love really isn't something sensible, or easy. it's not rational. it's just the way that someone makes your heart feel. it's the way that he looks at her, and doesn't look away when she does something shameful.
it's the way that they both knew, and they both reached for the word once it was available to them - and it feels like this has just been their everyday for some time now.
she doesn't know what to say at first, and instead she moves her tea aside. her hand reaches across the table for his, taking his hand between both of hers, claiming his attention. she brings it up to her cheek, lets her face rest in his palm.]
... okay. I won't worry about it anymore.
[when she became aware of the emotion share this week - she immediately put distance between herself and others. they don't get to touch her. she's too wild and too emotional, and others don't need to know everything that rages in her heart.
the exception is kara. (the exception is always kara.)
even if she can't put it into words, she hopes that he can feel it now. the way that being next to him manages to make her heart calm, reassured that it's safe with him. the loneliness that she'd kept locked away, unspoken and unsaid, finally starting to crack with the knowledge that there's someone who cares for her so much. the happiness and comfort that come with the knowledge that he loves her and -
the overwhelming, aching way that she loves him too.]
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and it knocks the air out of her lungs. this fact without room to shift or bend: he loves her. she loves him. even for all her adoration and love for geun-tae, she knew nothing would ever truly come of it. he so deeply loved his wife more than anything, and she was willing to accept that. of course. and so it would be that the person she loved would never love her back - until ookurikara.
love really isn't something sensible, or easy. it's not rational. it's just the way that someone makes your heart feel. it's the way that he looks at her, and doesn't look away when she does something shameful.
it's the way that they both knew, and they both reached for the word once it was available to them - and it feels like this has just been their everyday for some time now.
she doesn't know what to say at first, and instead she moves her tea aside. her hand reaches across the table for his, taking his hand between both of hers, claiming his attention. she brings it up to her cheek, lets her face rest in his palm.]
... okay. I won't worry about it anymore.
[when she became aware of the emotion share this week - she immediately put distance between herself and others. they don't get to touch her. she's too wild and too emotional, and others don't need to know everything that rages in her heart.
the exception is kara. (the exception is always kara.)
even if she can't put it into words, she hopes that he can feel it now. the way that being next to him manages to make her heart calm, reassured that it's safe with him. the loneliness that she'd kept locked away, unspoken and unsaid, finally starting to crack with the knowledge that there's someone who cares for her so much. the happiness and comfort that come with the knowledge that he loves her and -
the overwhelming, aching way that she loves him too.]