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SHARON DA SILVA ([personal profile] fogsong) wrote in [community profile] deercountry 2023-02-26 06:34 pm (UTC)

The air she breathes feels so heavy, her lungs tight and hungry but every breath she takes doesn't feed them the way she's used to. In some ways, it reminds her of a panic attack. Breathless, heart pounding, blood rushing. Overloaded.

The tears catch her off-guard. They break her heart and mend it again. Thoughtlessly, she reaches one hand up to touch his cheek and gently wipes the trail with the pad of her thumb. He has so much emotion within him that it overflows and she could drown in it. She never once thought that her actions, her actions, could have this kind of profound effect on someone; that they could mean so much. It overwhelms her; it embarrasses her; it satisfies her.

"I think I get it," she breathes out, the smile on her lips shy, damp gaze filled with a tender understanding. How could she not understand? His words were more than enough to move her but it's his reaction, powerful and raw, that pierces her; that touches and shocks her and really nails it home. She made him feel this way. Her actions did this.

"Thank you," she squeaks out, throat laced up tight with feelings she's not used to. She licks her lips, "I wish I could put into words how much that means to me." But unlike him, she is not eloquent. For someone so driven by her emotions, Sharon does not know how to best communicate them. She simply feels them and then acts upon them. Or feels them and then drowns them. Her heart is a graveyard filled with the bones of emotions she couldn't address.

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