( He feels her fingers thread through his hair, feels the tips of them drag along the back of his neck, and he can't help but let out a slow, shuddering exhale. It feels like his chest is on fire. It feels like the places where her fingerprints touch down are burning into his skin. It feels like something is twisting in him, both good and painful at the same time. He's missed her. He's mourned her.
Sabine is a lot of things. She's the best friend he's ever had. The only love he's ever had. The only person that has ever been consistently his. His other half. The gaping hole in his heart for most of his adult life — his adult life, not those stupid young reckless years between seventeen and twenty-one, where you only think you're grown. She's been missing from him the entire time he's become a real, proper man. She's been gone during the years where she should've been reaping the rewards for all the effort she put in to dealing with him through his childhood, through his immaturity, through his shitty hormones and asshole young adulthood.
She is the central piece of himself he's built himself around, gone vacant, and now she's here again, like a miracle. Like a promise. Like a reward.
He isn't one to display emotions even under duress, but now? Now, tears streak down from eyes he didn't even realize were wet, and when he kisses her, he can taste the salt of them on his lips.
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Sabine is a lot of things.
She's the best friend he's ever had.
The only love he's ever had.
The only person that has ever been consistently his.
His other half.
The gaping hole in his heart for most of his adult life — his adult life, not those stupid young reckless years between seventeen and twenty-one, where you only think you're grown. She's been missing from him the entire time he's become a real, proper man. She's been gone during the years where she should've been reaping the rewards for all the effort she put in to dealing with him through his childhood, through his immaturity, through his shitty hormones and asshole young adulthood.
She is the central piece of himself he's built himself around, gone vacant, and now she's here again, like a miracle. Like a promise. Like a reward.
He isn't one to display emotions even under duress, but now? Now, tears streak down from eyes he didn't even realize were wet, and when he kisses her, he can taste the salt of them on his lips.
I love you, too.
So, so much. )