[ That either of them might leave without a moment's notice-- that she might one day wake up to an empty bed, without his warmth to hold or his smile to see-- frightens her. They've talked about this before, albeit in a more general sense, that what they have here and now is precious. She's grateful every day to see him. Doing what they can in the time they have left is a sentiment they both know quite intimately; but doing so together isn't-- rather, hadn't been, until they began their journey in a relationship.
She's often thought that for all of her own lack of mortality, losing others in this world and recognizing the finite time she has with another is a metaphor for mortality. What she hadn't been ready to, at the time, is to think or discuss of what happens after. If she leaves this world, it's likely she'll forget him. If he leaves...
If he vanishes, she'll be distraught, devastated. It would be natural to feel that way. He might just feel the same. If she vanishes, she'd wish for whatever grief he feels to not burden him-- or... in whatever ways she's helped him "make it this far", he keeps those methods and words to use on his own, without her there. She wants to be with him, yet if she's not, she wants the best for him.
Finally, she speaks, drawing in a small breath. ]
You vanishing... that's always hard to think about. [ She offers a smile for comfort; she knows he means no harm. It's a difficult topic, but one he's wise to bring up. ] But you're right. I--... we both know, that this might not last... [ Saying so, her hand tightens, then relaxes, around his. ] We shouldn't overthink about it. [ Much less to let it hang over them to the point that it becomes unbearable. ] But having support other than each other... That's important.
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She's often thought that for all of her own lack of mortality, losing others in this world and recognizing the finite time she has with another is a metaphor for mortality. What she hadn't been ready to, at the time, is to think or discuss of what happens after. If she leaves this world, it's likely she'll forget him. If he leaves...
If he vanishes, she'll be distraught, devastated. It would be natural to feel that way. He might just feel the same. If she vanishes, she'd wish for whatever grief he feels to not burden him-- or... in whatever ways she's helped him "make it this far", he keeps those methods and words to use on his own, without her there. She wants to be with him, yet if she's not, she wants the best for him.
Finally, she speaks, drawing in a small breath. ]
You vanishing... that's always hard to think about. [ She offers a smile for comfort; she knows he means no harm. It's a difficult topic, but one he's wise to bring up. ] But you're right. I--... we both know, that this might not last... [ Saying so, her hand tightens, then relaxes, around his. ] We shouldn't overthink about it. [ Much less to let it hang over them to the point that it becomes unbearable. ] But having support other than each other... That's important.