The truth of it, may in many ways, be more awful than what Major is picturing. Rose never felt like she was missing out because there were no movies about people like her. Nobody wanted to watch the story of a young woman who lived her life, preparing to die for the people around her. They wanted hopeful tales of a better future and happily ever afters. That just wasn’t something Rose pictured in her life.
It wasn’t all bad. It’s not like she resented the path her life had taken, even if her choices were far from plentiful but watching stories of a life she knew she’d never have… there wasn’t a whole lot of enjoyment to be found in that. Plus it was hard to laugh and sigh her way through a romantic comedy when her own love life tended to play out more like one of Shakespeare's tragedies.
It's why this moment is so overwhelming because it's something else she simply didn’t do. Allow herself to stop and feel it all or have anyone who wants to feel that with her. She’d forgotten what it felt like to find comfort and warmth in the touch of another person. To have their scent wrap around her the way Major’s is right now. She breathes it in, her chest shuddering as he invades her senses, and she finds it almost impossible not to cling to him in the dying light of the day.
With every second that ticks by, she can feel the emotion that's wound so tightly through her chest, slowly begin to uncoil. Daring for the first time to release its grip on her heart as she loses the sense of where she ends and he begins. He’d be able to feel the tension slowly drain away as she gives herself over to it, Rose leaning into him and allowing Major to bear some of the weight that she’s been carrying for far too long now.
Her hands flattened against his back, she stretches her fingers wide as he envelops her. The warmth of her breath as it evens out, touching her cheeks as she turns her head to brush against his chest - and then without warning, he’d feel her stiffen, Rose shrinking away from the hug, her eyes out of focus as they avoid his gaze while she shatters what had been until then, a perfect moment.
“Sorry - I…” Her hand withdraws from his back, slipping between them to press against his chest, Rose attempting to put even a little distance between them as she struggles in silence to pull herself back from the brink. “I’m sorry.” It doesn’t sound like she’s apologizing for breaking away, but rather for allowing herself to fall into it in the first place - like she’s asked him for too much and is only now trying to rectify it.
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It wasn’t all bad. It’s not like she resented the path her life had taken, even if her choices were far from plentiful but watching stories of a life she knew she’d never have… there wasn’t a whole lot of enjoyment to be found in that. Plus it was hard to laugh and sigh her way through a romantic comedy when her own love life tended to play out more like one of Shakespeare's tragedies.
It's why this moment is so overwhelming because it's something else she simply didn’t do. Allow herself to stop and feel it all or have anyone who wants to feel that with her. She’d forgotten what it felt like to find comfort and warmth in the touch of another person. To have their scent wrap around her the way Major’s is right now. She breathes it in, her chest shuddering as he invades her senses, and she finds it almost impossible not to cling to him in the dying light of the day.
With every second that ticks by, she can feel the emotion that's wound so tightly through her chest, slowly begin to uncoil. Daring for the first time to release its grip on her heart as she loses the sense of where she ends and he begins. He’d be able to feel the tension slowly drain away as she gives herself over to it, Rose leaning into him and allowing Major to bear some of the weight that she’s been carrying for far too long now.
Her hands flattened against his back, she stretches her fingers wide as he envelops her. The warmth of her breath as it evens out, touching her cheeks as she turns her head to brush against his chest - and then without warning, he’d feel her stiffen, Rose shrinking away from the hug, her eyes out of focus as they avoid his gaze while she shatters what had been until then, a perfect moment.
“Sorry - I…” Her hand withdraws from his back, slipping between them to press against his chest, Rose attempting to put even a little distance between them as she struggles in silence to pull herself back from the brink. “I’m sorry.” It doesn’t sound like she’s apologizing for breaking away, but rather for allowing herself to fall into it in the first place - like she’s asked him for too much and is only now trying to rectify it.