Physically ached, if not in the way that he did. But that was it, was it not? She knew that ache, Jack's ache, intimately. To be lost somewhere within one's body. To have it never fully do as you would have it. To always battle that sense of loneliness not because you are standing in a world of strangers but lost within one.
And all the while it is yourself. And all the while you cannot even manage a proper conversation because the words never quite meet. It never fully connects. And the world feels colder still.
It was never warm, that feeling. She could feel it spreading to her core.
Still she traveled carefully, but precisely. Her eyes lever left the space where Jack's would be when he finally looked up again. Of course he did not realize that in bringing his head downward only brought his face that much closer to his own. Her chin tilted slightly, so slightly. To remind him of that fact.
And the palm of her hand slipped further up Jack's arm. Past the touch that was his into one that was entirely her own. And that was all she would allow. Could allow.
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Date: 2010-04-11 07:37 am (UTC)Physically ached, if not in the way that he did. But that was it, was it not? She knew that ache, Jack's ache, intimately. To be lost somewhere within one's body. To have it never fully do as you would have it. To always battle that sense of loneliness not because you are standing in a world of strangers but lost within one.
And all the while it is yourself. And all the while you cannot even manage a proper conversation because the words never quite meet. It never fully connects. And the world feels colder still.
It was never warm, that feeling. She could feel it spreading to her core.
Still she traveled carefully, but precisely. Her eyes lever left the space where Jack's would be when he finally looked up again. Of course he did not realize that in bringing his head downward only brought his face that much closer to his own. Her chin tilted slightly, so slightly. To remind him of that fact.
And the palm of her hand slipped further up Jack's arm. Past the touch that was his into one that was entirely her own. And that was all she would allow. Could allow.
Her voice carried low.
"Have you done something, Jack?"