In her eyes, there is a sanctuary for the weary. In her touch, there is a restoration for the broken. To be loved by her is to be seen through a lens of infinite patience, where your flaws are not debts to be paid, but opportunities for her kindness to settle and heal. She pours herself out like water into parched earth, a steady, rhythmic offering that sustains life simply because it is in her nature to flow.
Clara paused, her glass halfway to her lips. The silence stretched, thin and brittle. Then, she reached across the table and patted his hand, the way one might soothe a child who had just announced he was going to be an astronaut. Her Love Is a Kind of Charity -v1.0- By Kai Studio