[Clover doesn't let go, crying but managing to speak between bouts of weeping and wiping her eyes. If she closed them, she could almost imagine that she was back home, hugging her brother for some reason or other. She rests her head on his shoulder - perhaps if she was still her usual bubbly self, she would have made some sort of joke about him being taller than her for a while.
She felt a little guilty; here were two boys who had suffered greater losses than she (and hers was a temporary loss, even), and she was the one being comforted. They were the ones promising to keep her safe, to take care of her. Was it selfish of her to cry for a brother she would see again someday, when Ken and Miles had more to cry about?
Clover's resolve to be the strong one (for her brother, for her friends, and for herself, remembering the leaf words) was great...but it was rapidly crumbling. No, actually, now it was a pile of rubble.]
If either of you need to cry...if either of you need me for anything, I'll be there. Just like you and Ken were there for me when Light left.
I know he's waiting for me back home, but he's out of my reach...like we're on opposite sides of a mirror and when I stretch out my hand toward him, all I feel is glass...
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Date: 2011-12-08 09:55 am (UTC)She felt a little guilty; here were two boys who had suffered greater losses than she (and hers was a temporary loss, even), and she was the one being comforted. They were the ones promising to keep her safe, to take care of her. Was it selfish of her to cry for a brother she would see again someday, when Ken and Miles had more to cry about?
Clover's resolve to be the strong one (for her brother, for her friends, and for herself, remembering the leaf words) was great...but it was rapidly crumbling. No, actually, now it was a pile of rubble.]
If either of you need to cry...if either of you need me for anything, I'll be there. Just like you and Ken were there for me when Light left.
I know he's waiting for me back home, but he's out of my reach...like we're on opposite sides of a mirror and when I stretch out my hand toward him, all I feel is glass...