Still

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They are not the most obvious signs but once he sees them, he could not unsee them. 

The brittleness in the usually strong stance. 

The soft sigh lets out when one thinks he is alone. 

The smile that doesn't reach the eyes. 

The increasing quiet that would have been overlooked in the noise around. 

He aches to reach out but stays still. He did not have the right to do so, did he? He gave it all up when they both stopped fighting for them, letting careers and other aspirations become more important than them, and what they could be. 

So he remained instead in his place, watching and worrying still because ultimately, regardless of what he gave up, the feelings had never changed. 

And then he saw it, the world saw it too. 

"SAVE ME FROM MYSELF" 

His heart fell to his feet. 

No, it couldn't be. 

The door slammed open against the wall, the sound shocking even himself, much less the occupant of the room. 

Warm arms enveloped the other tight, no words needed to be said. 

For now, this is enough. It has to be

A/N
Just my interpretation of the tattoo (real/otherwise)

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