Her smile to shield her grief while she began was seen through, though the notion of attempting to shield him from feeling guilty for offering such a thing was appreciated. "Every long night, I was there." Dezmond quietly reminded her before taking his first ever sip of tea, its scolding temperature doing nothing to him but the flavor of the sweetened rose water helping melt away any concern that may have been showing on his face.
Sometime soon she was likely to address the fact that if Dezmond was truly around all the time, he'd been present during more than just her sickness. During her geeky high school days, her fussy toddler phase, and even all the bad decisions. The times she's hurt herself, and the times she's hurt others, all viewed and judged by the once unheard guardian of hers. Now of course wasn't the time, but if she kept being able to see him he just may start getting nostalgic - That being something that would surely end up embarrassing.
He offered an impossible choice. One he'd expected she wouldn't take, and not to his surprise her will to live on overcame her want to escape the pain. While she was sick, and frail, and rarely slept through a full night, she wanted to press on in the hopes that one day things may go back to how they used to. Simply offering a quiet nod, his smile growing to show how obviously pleased he was with her choice, he'd raise his glass to take a sip while hearing Michayla continue on and explain her reasoning.
"You need not thank me, I exist-" for you. The words however silenced from the chiming of her phone. With a warm smile still across his face, he'd sip away at the tea made by her. Something he'd seen her do countless times, a simple task such as tea had become a ritual in which she'd perfected. Though he never ate or drank, and benefited none by doing so, the warmth of the cup in his hand was pleasant. For now Dezmond simply awaited to hear just why Theresa was calling so early in the day. Along with that, it would be clear from how Dezmond looked to Michayla that he strongly recommended against telling her mother she was seeing angels.
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Adieu
Romance*~*This is a creative project between myself (Paige) and a colleague of mine (Early). These are posts from a personal back and forth between the two of us that I'll be posting here to read more leisurely in an easier format.*~* Michayla Macy's life...
