[Distance kept her upright and rigid. But she can't maintain it. The warmth of Gustave's embrace makes her crumple. Tears turn into sobs because this was ripped away from her and it's not all right. If only--if only that were the nightmare, and this the reality, but she knows.
Oh, but maybe for now she can simply pretend. That this remains as infinitely long as her nightmares and that no one tries to wake her. That morning never comes. That she has Gustave and he's alive and trying to comfort her like he always did.
Her hands curl into fists at the back of his shirt and she allows herself to simply weep like the child she is, because he'll hold her, and she's selfish.
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Oh, but maybe for now she can simply pretend. That this remains as infinitely long as her nightmares and that no one tries to wake her. That morning never comes. That she has Gustave and he's alive and trying to comfort her like he always did.
Her hands curl into fists at the back of his shirt and she allows herself to simply weep like the child she is, because he'll hold her, and she's selfish.
She doesn't care.]