larrysexypaul

“Yeah, it doesn’t feel right.” Larry says quietly, reaching up to caress her cheek as he leans down and places a soft kiss to her forehead, his lips linger for a moment as his thumb traces a pattern in her smooth skin. Everything that had gone wrong in their lives had led up to this point. This point that he was certain he would never have to reach. Burying his son wasn’t something he thought he had to worry about.

Yet here they were, preparing themselves for the inevitable funeral arrangements and flowers and burials. “I love you.” He says gently, his thumb keeping his steady rhythmic movements. Larry looks down at his wife and tilts his head. “I couldn’t handle this without you, you know. I don’t think I’d be functional if you weren’t here.”

       Ally nods at his words, her eyes peering up at him then as she brushes her thumb absently along his chest. “I know the feeling… only thing even remotely keeping me together is you. I’d probably be locked upstairs, unable to get out of bed otherwise.” She states, her voice soft as she lets her eyes fall closed. Larry was her strength after all. With him by her side, he’d brought her stability as well as the strength to overcome anything… or at least almost anything.

“I love you too, Larry.” She says, leaning up slightly to peck his lips, before resting her cheek back down against his side. “… I don’t know how we’re going to get through this. It hasn’t fully sunk in yet, at least for me it hasn’t. When it does…” she could see many mornings of darkness ahead, that was for sure. For both of them.