Hushed Willows [m] Take what you are, make it sacramental

boone felt as if someone had carved through his torso with a dull edge.
it had been so easy to love reverie and so hard to let himself be loved back. he was a giver, always reaching for something he would never hold. a family. a home. a life. a love. every attempt before had left him in ruins, scattered pieces of a whole body, missing parts that were now off in some land unknown to him.
reverie was his wife. up until now, he had never truly thought of himself as her husband. he was hers, too.
nothing else came from him save for silent, muffled sobs into her flaxen shoulder and the promise of however long forever was for her.