Stavanger Bay Hope it isn't repetition, though that's the only thing that keeps and takes you

lestan could agree that he had not been thinking of blossom at that very moment, that the logistics of things must be worked! but his ears splayed more flatly the longer that reverie spoke, until he found himself chin atremble gazing upon her with eyes already wet and surprised.
and yet, how could he be!
how could she ask of him what was needed and then say she would leave in the next? how could she act as if he would be gone for so very long! how could she think it of him! his mouth opened uselessly, once, twice; he shut it and then a harsh thing came to him: suppose this was what they needed, each of them. both of them.
reverie did not wish to be a parent alone. he wanted to rail that he would have ended as a father alone if she had continued to fight healing.
so much to say that it clogged the back of his throat and the words simply died there also. lestan was overwhelmed by the loss he faced if he stepped away from saltshore, and so was rooted in a cowering silence that stretched and stretched and would not be ended by him.