She doesn't, because she's moving, she's moving bodily on the bed so that she's pouring herself into his lap, her arms around his neck and her face buried against his jaw. "You're not him." The words are thick and pained, and she's mourning. She's mourning the man she'd left behind, who's only escape from the life he'd made was the same death as his father's. She's mourning their sons - their beautiful boys, and she knows he needs her to be strong for him, but she can't stop the tears that are slipping down her cheeks because of Abel and Thomas, because of her sons, not the boys here, not Keira, she doesn't weep for them.
She cries for the boys in Charming, who are going to grow up even worse than Jax, even more entangled in this life with no hope. Their mother murdered, their father commiting suicide-- not even choosing to live for them, but dying for them in a way they'd never understand.
She cries for the man she's loved since she was sixteen, the one who wasn't pulled away before he'd come home from Ireland, holding so tightly to her husband that she never wants to let go.
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She doesn't, because she's moving, she's moving bodily on the bed so that she's pouring herself into his lap, her arms around his neck and her face buried against his jaw. "You're not him." The words are thick and pained, and she's mourning. She's mourning the man she'd left behind, who's only escape from the life he'd made was the same death as his father's. She's mourning their sons - their beautiful boys, and she knows he needs her to be strong for him, but she can't stop the tears that are slipping down her cheeks because of Abel and Thomas, because of her sons, not the boys here, not Keira, she doesn't weep for them.
She cries for the boys in Charming, who are going to grow up even worse than Jax, even more entangled in this life with no hope. Their mother murdered, their father commiting suicide-- not even choosing to live for them, but dying for them in a way they'd never understand.
She cries for the man she's loved since she was sixteen, the one who wasn't pulled away before he'd come home from Ireland, holding so tightly to her husband that she never wants to let go.