He could hear other voices mixed in with Jaime's, all resonating with that assurance. Don't worry. We'll take care of it. A dozen and more voices spoke that notion in unison while Jaime's firm assurance gave the embrace its tight, tactile feeling. So many...
Blue clung tighter, tighter against the encroaching fear of losing those voices and the thoughts that came with them. The need to be known, recognized, and remembered was strong in most anybody, but Blue's nature craved it even more. If any trace of him was left, be in in thought or deed, it meant he'd mattered, didn't it? Just the tiniest handprint on someone else's heart meant he'd done right to some degree.
He'd told himself and many others over his life that there was no telling what the right thing was until it was over; even then, he wasn't certain of what he'd done, of whether it was right or not. Maybe that meant it really wasn't over, or...or perhaps he just wasn't wise enough to see the proof of his life wholly.
The warmth of the embrace and the memory that dream was encased in slipped – rather, Blue did, leaving the echo of himself and what he could offer as gratitude. Grateful to matter, to have encountered such good, hoping it could sustain him.
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Blue clung tighter, tighter against the encroaching fear of losing those voices and the thoughts that came with them. The need to be known, recognized, and remembered was strong in most anybody, but Blue's nature craved it even more. If any trace of him was left, be in in thought or deed, it meant he'd mattered, didn't it? Just the tiniest handprint on someone else's heart meant he'd done right to some degree.
He'd told himself and many others over his life that there was no telling what the right thing was until it was over; even then, he wasn't certain of what he'd done, of whether it was right or not. Maybe that meant it really wasn't over, or...or perhaps he just wasn't wise enough to see the proof of his life wholly.
The warmth of the embrace and the memory that dream was encased in slipped – rather, Blue did, leaving the echo of himself and what he could offer as gratitude. Grateful to matter, to have encountered such good, hoping it could sustain him.
Thank you.