(there is something wrong with her though. there feels like it. klaus' words had echoed doc's on the porch so vividly. i don't love you because you're broken, but i think you love me because i am, and that does matter. the stark realization that she didn't even know how to love herself, and how can she properly love other people without that?
she wishes she knew how to give the people she loved what they needed. that it didn't always feel like too little too late. the problem is when people tell you that you're terrible your entire life you begin believing it.
she honestly doesn't know what to say in response, so she says this instead, trying to blink away the tears threatening her eyes:)
He loved you too, you know. He would want us to take care of each other, I think. (a pause and then:) It'd be easier if I knew he was going home to his daughter. Or something. And not just...nothing. I'm so tired of people dying.
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(there is something wrong with her though. there feels like it. klaus' words had echoed doc's on the porch so vividly. i don't love you because you're broken, but i think you love me because i am, and that does matter. the stark realization that she didn't even know how to love herself, and how can she properly love other people without that?
she wishes she knew how to give the people she loved what they needed. that it didn't always feel like too little too late. the problem is when people tell you that you're terrible your entire life you begin believing it.
she honestly doesn't know what to say in response, so she says this instead, trying to blink away the tears threatening her eyes:)
He loved you too, you know. He would want us to take care of each other, I think. (a pause and then:) It'd be easier if I knew he was going home to his daughter. Or something. And not just...nothing. I'm so tired of people dying.