cathartic ficlet/drabble
After 4 hrs of sleep and a rather quiet morning I felt a little prick to write. It's not much, and it may or may not be used in anything else. But it's beautiful regardless.
"How can you trust me?" Helena asked, tears streaming down her cheeks.
"You didn't pull the trigger." Myka's eyes started to water. "You're not evil, Helena. You were hurting and you made a mistake. Yeah, it was a really big one. But, you didn't pull the trigger."
"How can Pete, ARTIE, ever trust me again?"
Myka looked into Helena's eyes. "I don't care about them. The only thing I care about is you. I need you, Helena. I love you. You're my everything. Don't leave me alone out there." Helena looked at Myka. There could never be any deceit in her heart when it came to that woman. She had no words, only cried. Cried the desperate, lost cry of a lonely child. Myka understood and held her. She held Helena's face against her shoulder and stroked her hair. "I forgive you." Myka said softly and kissed Helena's forehead.
"How can you trust me?" Helena asked, tears streaming down her cheeks.
"You didn't pull the trigger." Myka's eyes started to water. "You're not evil, Helena. You were hurting and you made a mistake. Yeah, it was a really big one. But, you didn't pull the trigger."
"How can Pete, ARTIE, ever trust me again?"
Myka looked into Helena's eyes. "I don't care about them. The only thing I care about is you. I need you, Helena. I love you. You're my everything. Don't leave me alone out there." Helena looked at Myka. There could never be any deceit in her heart when it came to that woman. She had no words, only cried. Cried the desperate, lost cry of a lonely child. Myka understood and held her. She held Helena's face against her shoulder and stroked her hair. "I forgive you." Myka said softly and kissed Helena's forehead.