“Someone accepting the bad parts of you without judging.” – 56.
I like this one!!
Warning: implied character death and grief
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Tim’s arms felt tired. The whole of his body did, ached and ached and ached, so he focused on just one part of the pain to flush the rest out. It had been a long time since he’d given in.
He was supposed to head out for patrol soon. He was supposed to call the board and set up a meeting. He was supposed to be doing a lot of things, but Conner was gone and Bruce was gone, and no one seemed to care but him anymore. On any other night, he would have mourned by burying himself in work. Tonight was just the breaking point.
“It’s okay to cry,” you breathed gently, stroking his hair out of his face. Tim’s breath hitched with another silent sob. It wracked his shoulders and ran down his nose, and it was the first time in a long time that Tim had allowed himself to cry. Another soft stroke wiped a stream of tears from his face.
“They’ll always be here with you, Tim,” you promised, rubbing his back. “You can remember them, and one day, those memories will make you happy again. I promise. Conner, Bruce… they’re here.”
You put a hand to Tim’s chest, over the space of tangled blanket that he had wrapped around himself, where his heart was. Tim felt like it wasn’t there anymore. He was exposed, and he knew he should be working and he knew he should be doing something, but it just didn’t feel right anymore. Nothing felt right anymore.
“I… I can’t anymore, Y/N,” he breathed.
A kiss was set upon his hair, and he was reminded of the way Bruce would hug him and do that same thing. Into the darkness of his bedroom, you muttered. “And that’s okay. You deserve a break. Just… let it out, okay? I’ll be right here, Tim… I’ll always be here.”