Despite the fact that Liv was much taller than I was at this moment, she seemed like a frail little girl. Sniffling and trembling in my embrace, who would believe this woman could shrug off tank rounds.
'For now, I am just glad she feels safe enough to cry.'
Most people, especially those with responsibilities, rarely allowed themselves to be weak. When you had no choice but to be strong, sometimes the best you could do was to keep together.
I continued to pamper my Northern lover while she cried all her troubles away. The only problem was that we were both on the ground.
"{Carry}, {Pack}."
I invoked Robyn's {Fates}. I picked up Liv in a bridal carry and left the buffet hall. My beloved was so engrossed in crying that she hardly noticed the change in scenery. I went to the lounge and found a good couch to sit on.
Once we were seated, I stroked Liv's back to calm her down. Like a broken dam, Liv continued to cry without pause.
