(Source: losto4ka)
but do you know what the worst part is
the worst part is the last few frames before they finally touch again (just one more step), when she just kind of stumbles into his arms and lets herself fall into him with a sob, because she knows he’s there, there to catch her and hold her up and give her safety and warmth and love in the strength of his arms and the scratchiness of his coat and his hand in her hair and the double-time of his hearts, and there are no words except, clara, my clara, (mine, mine, mine, don’t ever do that again don’t ever leave when I can’t follow) and a kiss that is off-kilter and messy but hits some breath of skin by her ear somewhere and leaves a spark and it was so worth it, all this running because they’re together again
and I am gone forever.
(Source: doloresjaneumbridge)
