Hell0NHighWater
Queen of Hell
He could understand her pain, the soul wrenching emptiness that consumed her. No parent should have to bare the loss of a child, they shouldn't have had to go through that. It was a miracle she didn't leave him at this point. But he loved her, despite how it had all started, and it was harder for him to see her in so much pain than to accept the passing of his son who hadn't even had the chance to live. Gio stood in the doorway, mutely watching with an expression that didn't give away how much pain he was in. He focused on the way she was wringing that blanket and let out a small breath.
"Mar." He began, moving towards where she sat and he knelt down beside her. Gio pulled her hands away from the blanket and into his own staring up at her face. "I know it hurts, I'm not asking you to forget but you need to start living." He reached up to press his hand against her cheek, his voice cracking with the agony of watching the woman he cared for more than life itself wither away in depression. "Il mio amore, look at me. There is so much of life to live that sitting here and dwelling on the 'what could have been' is only causing you more grief." He stared into her eyes, hoping that she would understand that this did not just affect her. It killed him. Killed him. To watch her do this to herself. If she needed someone to talk to he could have the best therapists brought over, but he wouldn't force her. If she wanted help she knew to ask. Giovanni just desperately wanted her back. He knew things would never be the same, that it would be difficult for a long time but the world never made things easy.
"Mar." He began, moving towards where she sat and he knelt down beside her. Gio pulled her hands away from the blanket and into his own staring up at her face. "I know it hurts, I'm not asking you to forget but you need to start living." He reached up to press his hand against her cheek, his voice cracking with the agony of watching the woman he cared for more than life itself wither away in depression. "Il mio amore, look at me. There is so much of life to live that sitting here and dwelling on the 'what could have been' is only causing you more grief." He stared into her eyes, hoping that she would understand that this did not just affect her. It killed him. Killed him. To watch her do this to herself. If she needed someone to talk to he could have the best therapists brought over, but he wouldn't force her. If she wanted help she knew to ask. Giovanni just desperately wanted her back. He knew things would never be the same, that it would be difficult for a long time but the world never made things easy.