The life upon her yellow hair but not within her eyes--
The life still there, upon her hair--the death upon her eyes.
The life still there, upon her hair--the death upon her eyes.
Nova was taken aback by how abruptly Reuben had seized upon such a monumental conclusion. That, and from the sound of it, her brother had been at the end of his tether long before this morning. It was one thing to think all that she did of Melody and to worry for Reuben's happiness and well-being but in reality she had no idea what the situation was. The small glimpse he'd just offered her, however, spoke volumes. It made sense, all things considered, but it was still surprising and disheartening to hear it. She should've known he would've already tried his very best, that to have come to her as he had meant he was well and truly at a loss.
Hesitantly, Nova extended a hand out towards him, resting it very lightly on the top of his. I am sorry, Reuben, she murmured, patting his hand so daintily it could almost be mistaken for a twitch. Is there really no possibility of you becoming friends? It was the only way out she could see for him where he didn't have to sacrifice either his happiness or his daughter.
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