[ He doesn't mean to. Looking back, she'll know he didn't intend for it to happen. But in the moment, she hates him and loves him for those words. A living, breathing Jim Kirk saying those words to her when she can still remember the feeling of James dying in her arms while she said them to him? It breaks her, utterly and completely.
She can feel his heartbeat beneath her hand but it does little to anchor her as the room tilts and blurs, the galaxy falling away as the damn breaks. Her free hand grabs hold of his arm as she struggles to breathe, her throat tightening in an attempt to hold back the sobs that force their way out of her. The tears burn her eyes, and her skin, and she hates that he's seeing her like this.
Everything hurts. It hurts to breathe, to stand, to remember. A knife tears through her soul and bares her pain for all the world to see, and all she can do is cling to the only witness who matters, the man who can break her with a single word and who might be the only one who can put her back together. ]
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She can feel his heartbeat beneath her hand but it does little to anchor her as the room tilts and blurs, the galaxy falling away as the damn breaks. Her free hand grabs hold of his arm as she struggles to breathe, her throat tightening in an attempt to hold back the sobs that force their way out of her. The tears burn her eyes, and her skin, and she hates that he's seeing her like this.
Everything hurts. It hurts to breathe, to stand, to remember. A knife tears through her soul and bares her pain for all the world to see, and all she can do is cling to the only witness who matters, the man who can break her with a single word and who might be the only one who can put her back together. ]