The pain is like a wall between them.
19 May 2006
bloody angst. now i'm depressed.
She was crying again.
Xena sat up in her bedroll and reached out her hand, nearly touching the shaking form beside her. It was always the same nightmare. She would thrash fitfully, kicking off her blankets, and then she would curl up and cry into her arms.
They said that they'd forgiven each other in a half-remembered hallucination of song and hard, choking water, but she still cried.
She only cried at night, after the soft touches, the heady passion, the promise that it was over. In the morning, she would smile that bright smile, but Xena saw the red in her eyes.
Xena would touch her this time, pull her into a tight embrace, kiss her, and fix it all.
Her hand shook, nearly touching the trembling shape next to her.