I Fought Whole Galaxies For You
“Half of yourself for half the man you knew?”
“I’m already half of myself without him.”
“You won’t remember.”
“I don’t have to. He will.”
“They’re not the same.”
- Part 1 of I Fought Whole Galaxies For You
There are wet tears soaking his designer shirt and snot covering the expensive fabric. He can't find it in himself to care.
"Shh...darling, shh." He rocks the boy. Stiles is skin and bones, hollow sunken spaces; hot to the touch, despite the chill around them.
Peter’s cradling a baby bird that is taking the first fluttering leaps towards flight.
His hand falls easily around the boy and if he clenches his fingers any tighter, that windpipe will constrict, crushed beneath his grip
- Part 2 of I Fought Whole Galaxies For You