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harder time than usual with Iris, I knew that. But she was
stubborn.
Lila hated asking for help.
And worse, she hid from me. Her real feelings, what she
was struggling with and all the messy things in her head.
She tried to act tough and strong, as if she had everything
under control.
But I knew my Little Dragon was losing control.
My wife was a warrior and she fixed her own crown
without needing me to, but some days she was a broken
mess. And I was there, to hold her. To keep her grounded
while she fought whatever battle she was fighting in her
head.
But it wasn’t just a battle anymore.
It was a whole goddamn war in her head right now. And
my Lila? She was a bloody soldier who was slowly losing
her grip on reality.
I let her pile up the presents again; I had lost count how
many times she re-organized the presents under the tree.
Lila did that every time she was lost in her head, kind of
like something she did unknowingly.
“Lila,” I called out gently.
She jumped in response, but otherwise chose to ignore
me. But I’ve had enough. Striding over to her crouched
form, I lifted her up in my arms. She went willingly, her
body going slack in my embrace.
Lila buried her face into my neck and let out a loud sob.
“I don’t know what to do! What am I doing wrong?”
“You’re not doing anything wrong.” I stroked her back
as her body trembled with every wretched sob that escaped
her throat. She was hurting and my heart was bleeding at
her feet.
“Then why does it feel like I am?”
I didn’t know how to explain this to her. I didn’t have the
response she needed to hear.