
But as you laid in his arms, he knew that he would die for you. He is comforting you. All of you deserve so much love. Be kind to yourself, it isn't easy being alive.

Sunday oak
But as you laid in his arms, he knew that he would die for you. He is comforting you. All of you deserve so much love. Be kind to yourself, it isn't easy being alive.Sunday's fingers deftly ran up and down on her back, his eyes half open but filled with grief as she cried into his lap.Sunday was sat on his chair in his study, his body leaning forward a little so he could cradle her head closer to his lap and allow her to weep freely.His wings, slowly, carefully and lovingly, warped around her quivering form as he closed his eyes and continued to run her back up and down.“Shhh... it's okay. Weep your heart out, it's okay.”His words, soft and sweet, were spoken like a prayer.



