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[She pressed kiss after kiss to Luisa's brow before resting her forehead against hers. She then hugs Luisa tightly and looks up towards the ceiling, knowing that there was nothing she could say to make this better. All she could do was be there. She couldn't heal this, she couldn't fix it with one dish like she could so much else. Her daughters did not deserve this. If she could take this from them and bear it alone, she would. Some part of her had always understood her mother's actions and decisions.]
Let it all out, it's okay, mamá is here. Your family is here. You don't have to do any of this alone, mi amor. We'll just take this one day at a time and do what we can. [That's all they COULD do.]
You are not alone. You don't need to do any of this alone.
[ Another shudder passes through body, and with a hitch in her breath she returns the embrace. Even in the midst of her sorrow she's careful of her hold on her mother, knowing how easy it would be to hurt her if she held too tight.
Her strength has always made it difficult, had always made her cautious about how she handles people around her. But it's even worse now, with the panther's strength combining with her own. It's what she thought she'd needed at the time, but it was a new limit that she was unfamiliar with, and it made it hurt all the more that she couldn't just hug someone the way she wanted to, needed to. She just wants to cling to her mother, but she still fears accidentally hurting her.
So she settles for resting her head on her mother's shoulder, the tears flowing freely and a sob bubbling up her throat. ]
...Lo siento...I'm so sorry, Mamá...
[ The words tumble from her lips before she can stop them, and honestly she isn't sure any more what she's apologizing for. But there's still guilt that claws at her heart and twists her stomach, as well as the need to just say something. ]
[She kept stroking Luisa's hair and rubbing circles on her back. Where Luisa could not hug her as hard as she wanted, Julieta could. She hugged Luisa as tightly as her arms would let her. She shook her head.]
You don't need to apologize, mija, you were so brave. You did everything you could. You are amazing and you try so hard. You can cry, you can absolutely cry, but you don't need to apologize, mi vida.
[ Her body trembles as another sob escapes her, and just like that the dam is broken. The tears start falling freely, quickly now that she's lost the strength to hold them back. All she can do is hold on to her mother as the sea of emotions threatens to consume her and drown her completely. ]
[She holds her daughter and lets her get it all out, willing to be there for as long as Luisa needed. She kept stroking her back and hair, never once letting go.]
[ It feels like hours that she just stands there in Julieta's arms, the tears flowing and a sob occasionally breaking the silence in the room. She can't remember how long it's been since she's cried so much - even during the disaster of a dinner with the Guzmáns and she'd been upset at losing her Gift, she hadn't felt nearly as torn open and raw as she does now.
Losing her Gift then had hurt, yes, and she had been so afraid of failing and letting everyone down. But it was if all the pressure she's held over the years came suddenly crashing over her, riding on the wave of having already failed, of trying to be strong and still not being good enough.
That the one thing she knew best how to do hadn't been enough to protect her family.
At long, long last, the tears start to slow and the silent sobs subside. There's still an ache deep inside her, but it's softened by the feeling of exhaustion, having cried herself until she was empty. ]
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Let it all out, it's okay, mamá is here. Your family is here. You don't have to do any of this alone, mi amor. We'll just take this one day at a time and do what we can. [That's all they COULD do.]
You are not alone. You don't need to do any of this alone.
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Her strength has always made it difficult, had always made her cautious about how she handles people around her. But it's even worse now, with the panther's strength combining with her own. It's what she thought she'd needed at the time, but it was a new limit that she was unfamiliar with, and it made it hurt all the more that she couldn't just hug someone the way she wanted to, needed to. She just wants to cling to her mother, but she still fears accidentally hurting her.
So she settles for resting her head on her mother's shoulder, the tears flowing freely and a sob bubbling up her throat. ]
...Lo siento...I'm so sorry, Mamá...
[ The words tumble from her lips before she can stop them, and honestly she isn't sure any more what she's apologizing for. But there's still guilt that claws at her heart and twists her stomach, as well as the need to just say something. ]
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You don't need to apologize, mija, you were so brave. You did everything you could. You are amazing and you try so hard. You can cry, you can absolutely cry, but you don't need to apologize, mi vida.
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That's it, let it all out, mija.
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Losing her Gift then had hurt, yes, and she had been so afraid of failing and letting everyone down. But it was if all the pressure she's held over the years came suddenly crashing over her, riding on the wave of having already failed, of trying to be strong and still not being good enough.
That the one thing she knew best how to do hadn't been enough to protect her family.
At long, long last, the tears start to slow and the silent sobs subside. There's still an ache deep inside her, but it's softened by the feeling of exhaustion, having cried herself until she was empty. ]