Hushed Willows by the color tv glow

It was the briefest of quivering lips that urged him to come forward and pull her close to him. Her sadness served as a painful reminder that things were still far from edging their way back into normal. He found that he hated the uncertainty of the future and how unfair it seemed. Things had never seemed so rough to him in all his years until this particular one; anything that had ever been a stressor in his past was minute in comparison. He shushed her soothingly, choosing to run his tongue against the crown of her head. What a mess all of this was, and he scarcely knew what he could do to fix it.

"I'm sorry, sweetheart," he murmured.