Teaholding

they are happy with eachother and truly in love with eachother but ill be damned if they dont need to be different people do be good to eachother.

they're love is forged in fear and pain and a need for any kind of love.

they're both horribly scarred in one way or another by what has happened to the world, 

and with so many wounds yet to scab, they cannot continue to bleed into eachothers palms as they try to apply the bandages. 

they love eachother but this is the only universe where they make it.

everyone they love is dead besides eachother, and they are only together in one space in time, and everyone they could've been is dead.

are the dead ones the lucky ones?

they dont know. they hold eachother on cold nights because thats what they're suppose to do.

they are happy together.