Jeremy doesn't like who he was and he doesn't like who he is either.
He doesn't have a very strong, good opinion about any version of himself at the moment, catching her gaze with an ache in his own. It does sound familiar. Two years ago, they learned, and he is tired of learning, tired of doing it all over again each and every time.
There's already a painful, intense ache at her absence as her hand falls down and she untangles herself from him. His eyes burn when she takes that step away. They burn until he can't see through his own blurred vision, and he turns slightly as he shakes his head.
"You could never be in my way."
Jeremy mostly means he could never need space from her (that there is always a place in his life for her whatever that means, whatever that--). His hand squeezes hers back tightly (too tightly almost, clutching hold), and he breathes in sharp again as he watches their hands drop, watches her go, feels everything crash in again.
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He doesn't have a very strong, good opinion about any version of himself at the moment, catching her gaze with an ache in his own. It does sound familiar. Two years ago, they learned, and he is tired of learning, tired of doing it all over again each and every time.
There's already a painful, intense ache at her absence as her hand falls down and she untangles herself from him. His eyes burn when she takes that step away. They burn until he can't see through his own blurred vision, and he turns slightly as he shakes his head.
"You could never be in my way."
Jeremy mostly means he could never need space from her (that there is always a place in his life for her whatever that means, whatever that--). His hand squeezes hers back tightly (too tightly almost, clutching hold), and he breathes in sharp again as he watches their hands drop, watches her go, feels everything crash in again.
And that's that. That's life.