THE FALLOUT by everythursday/sage
He knows her in every moment, in every way. He knows her in her happiness, in the dark, in her breakdown, in the passion that can overcome her. He knows her when she doesn’t know herself, when she is a killer, when she is stripped to the basics of her humanity. He knows her when the world is falling apart, and when she is fighting to hold it together. He knows her gutted and filled up. He has been with her as she wound and wound, and he has wound with her. Searching for the light, or winding her around himself when they can’t find it. He knows her in the worst ways - in the ways she wouldn’t tell other people, ever. He knows her war, because it is theirs.
He knew her when all she knew was him. It had been him. It has always been him, through most of the war, through the hardest things she’s ever known. Somehow, it has been him.