She would understand, but it doesn't stop her from wanting him in here with her now.
This isn't the first time Alice predicted something that hurt someone else. Reflexively, she thinks of Calgary and she swallows hard, standing from the couch. This isn't the same scale but it's Edward hurting and she needs him in here.
She tries to be patient and let him make his own decision about coming in, before she can't take it anymore, and she opens the door to reveal her brother. "Edward," she whispers, staring up at him. "Just...come in. Please."
It's the please that makes his hand flatten on the door. It's the please that burns; those same six letters, the same small combination of sounds he's been placing out to the universe for the last thirty minutes wildly. His unheard and hers unable to be missed.
The hand moves achingly slow in his head, but it only takes seconds before he hears the handle mechanism and the click of the door when it closes, but somehow not the one that opened it. At first it's all he can do to stand near the door, finally raising his eyes to look at her.
Alice hesitates before taking his hand and pulling him to her, tiny against him as she hugs him, regardless of if he wants it. She doesn't care. He needs it.
She offers no platitudes, no apologies, just herself in a hug-shaped comfort.
For the first half second he tries to fight it, but she dodges already having seen, and then she's inside and against him, her arms wrapping tight against him. His lips pressed tight fighting the sensation of being strangled, but his shoulders had started to shudder against his express thoughts that they shouldn't.
His chest following after it. There is no way for his vision to cloud. Everything is peerless and clear and he's staring at Alice's hair, and the floor just beyond her. The way its shaking up and down marginally, as his arms tight from fighting her to flattening over her back, clutching her to him. Trying frantically to fight it still even as the world shrinks.
There's pointlessness wrapped in the sob that explodes with the words, "I can't."
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This isn't the first time Alice predicted something that hurt someone else. Reflexively, she thinks of Calgary and she swallows hard, standing from the couch. This isn't the same scale but it's Edward hurting and she needs him in here.
She tries to be patient and let him make his own decision about coming in, before she can't take it anymore, and she opens the door to reveal her brother. "Edward," she whispers, staring up at him. "Just...come in. Please."
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The hand moves achingly slow in his head, but it only takes seconds before he hears the handle mechanism and the click of the door when it closes, but somehow not the one that opened it. At first it's all he can do to stand near the door, finally raising his eyes to look at her.
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She offers no platitudes, no apologies, just herself in a hug-shaped comfort.
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His chest following after it. There is no way for his vision to cloud. Everything is peerless and clear and he's staring at Alice's hair, and the floor just beyond her. The way its shaking up and down marginally, as his arms tight from fighting her to flattening over her back, clutching her to him. Trying frantically to fight it still even as the world shrinks.
There's pointlessness wrapped in the sob that explodes with the words, "I can't."
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