It's like a mantra, and Lucy wishes it could change something.
It doesn't.
There's snot on her tunic and Mary's face is angry and sad and red all, and Lucy just holds her as closely as she can and kissing her hair and weeps, trying to keep her breath from shaking.
"Shhh," she says between repeating that she loves Mary, and if Lucy could hold Mary more tightly without hurting her she would.
She doesn't really want to ever let Mary go.
"I'd give you," Lucy says finally in a whisper, "everything I could, Mary. But this one I can't. And it breaks my heart, and I still and always and forever," and her voice catches on a sob she can't keep back, "love you."
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It's like a mantra, and Lucy wishes it could change something.
It doesn't.
There's snot on her tunic and Mary's face is angry and sad and red all, and Lucy just holds her as closely as she can and kissing her hair and weeps, trying to keep her breath from shaking.
"Shhh," she says between repeating that she loves Mary, and if Lucy could hold Mary more tightly without hurting her she would.
She doesn't really want to ever let Mary go.
"I'd give you," Lucy says finally in a whisper, "everything I could, Mary. But this one I can't. And it breaks my heart, and I still and always and forever," and her voice catches on a sob she can't keep back, "love you."