โป โ Cove helping you cope with grief
Tags: Discussion of loss, hurt/comfort
A/N: I'm sorry for your loss, anon. I hope I was able to write something that helped.
There's nothing in the world that hurts Cove more than knowing you're in pain. He doesn't know how to handle the way your hurting makes him feel and he wishes he knew the exact right thing to say to make it all go away. But he doesn't.
When he sees you, curled up in your room with your body shaking, a breath away from falling apart โ he freezes.
Loss isnโt something Cove is all too familiar with. Yes, his parents divorced and his family was separated but that was a different kind of loss entirely from the loss of a life, of a loved one. He hasnโt lost a relative like this. His maternal grandparents were still alive. He didnโt know anyone from his fatherโs side of the family.
He didnโt know how you felt and that tore him up inside. He wants to help so badly.
But when you look up at him, tired and teary, his own heart breaks. He doesnโt know the right thing to say because no magic words can undo your pain. But he can be there for you. And maybe thatโs enough.
He opens his arms wide, a silent offer for comfort if you want physical contact. When you nod, a little sob finally breaking free from your chest he doesnโt hesitate to cross the room and into your space. He wraps himself around you, pulling you against his when he sits on your bed.
Youโre safe like this. You can cling to his arm and cry as hard as you need to, if you want to scream then scream. Your emotions arenโt going to frighten him. You arenโt wrong for feeling and heโll be with you through it, without judgment.
If you canโt express your feelings, if youโre so shocked you feel numb, thatโs fine too. Thereโs no right way to grieve. Thereโs no right way to feel your emotions. Heโll hold you all the same, resting his cheek on the crown of your head and letting you know that no matter what, heโs there.
How you process your feelings isnโt anyone elseโs business and Cove will gladly say that to anyoneโs face if they have a problem. There isnโt a set timeline for recovery, you just need to take it day by day, moment by moment.
His arms squeeze tighter around you, wanting the warmth of his skin to ground you and remind you that youโre here, heโs here, and youโre so loved.
Someday the pain will settle. The loss you feel and the ache in your chest will be washed over, taken in, and reincorporated into your โnormalโ like footprints getting washed away by the tide.
It was alright that you weren't okay today. He would stay beside you until you were and every day after that.