𝐋𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐥𝐞 𝐋𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐌𝐚𝐧 | ˡᵉᵛⁱ ᵃᶜᵏᵉʳᵐᵃⁿ
ShallowMeii
My Darling Y/N,
If you're reading this, then I wasn't brave enough to say everything when I should've. Or maybe I ran out of time. Or maybe you left before I could stop you- again.
It's been two hours since you walked out that door with fire in your eyes and my silence at your back. We argued. Harshly. Again. I told you not to go on that mission. You told me I didn't trust your strength. I told you I couldn't lose you. You told me I wasn't listening.
And then you left. And I let you. That's my shame.
I sat in the quiet afterwards, and the walls were too loud. My thoughts wouldn't settle. You know, for someone who is named humanities strongest, I've never once known how to fight against the fear of losing you. That fear makes me clumsy with my words. Makes me cruel when I mean to be careful. It makes me selfish.
I'm sorry.
You once told me that a person's last words before parting should never be born from anger. You believed in that with your whole heart. You were right. Always. I don't know if I ever told you, but I hear your voice even when you're not near. Sometimes it argues with mine. Sometimes it comforts me. Sometimes it just calls my name like you're still waiting for me to come home.
So, my darling, let me say what I should've said before I let the anger steal my voice.
I love you.
I love you more.
And when I say I love you more, I do not mean more than you love me. No.
I mean-I love you more than the bad days ahead of us.
I love you more than the silence that follows our fights.
I love you more than the weight of war and the ache of duty.
I love you more than the sun and the moon combined, because even they are sometimes apart.
I love you more than the distance that ever dared to stretch between us.
I love you more than any force, any shadow, any curse of fate that would try to tear us from one another.
And I mean that.