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Author: Rajko
Rating: G
Category: Grimm
Ship: Nick/Juliette (past)
Genre: Angst
Disclaimer: This is all just a bit of fun.
Warnings: Unbeta'd. Drabble.
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12_stories Light Prompt Table #1: Love.
Summary: Nick takes his aunt's advice.
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There are still tears in her eyes when she finally leaves, the fabric of her sweater stretched and pulled; lumpy from all the times she’d curled her fingers into it. Nick doesn’t pretend he doesn’t see them -- he owes her that much, at least -- but doesn’t try to stop their flow like he might have, once. It isn’t his place, not anymore, and he won’t confuse her by trying, even if his nails are cutting crescent shaped indentations into his palms to keep himself from reaching out to her.
He hates to see her cry. Has always hated it. But he’s keeping her safe, and that’s worth more than a few shed tears and a broken heart. Even if it doesn’t feel like it. Even if it never will.
Author: Rajko
Rating: G
Category: Grimm
Ship: Nick/Juliette (past)
Genre: Angst
Disclaimer: This is all just a bit of fun.
Warnings: Unbeta'd. Drabble.
Notes: Written for an unoffical
12_stories Light Prompt Table #1: Love.Summary: Nick takes his aunt's advice.
There are still tears in her eyes when she finally leaves, the fabric of her sweater stretched and pulled; lumpy from all the times she’d curled her fingers into it. Nick doesn’t pretend he doesn’t see them -- he owes her that much, at least -- but doesn’t try to stop their flow like he might have, once. It isn’t his place, not anymore, and he won’t confuse her by trying, even if his nails are cutting crescent shaped indentations into his palms to keep himself from reaching out to her.
He hates to see her cry. Has always hated it. But he’s keeping her safe, and that’s worth more than a few shed tears and a broken heart. Even if it doesn’t feel like it. Even if it never will.
