I didn't stand a chance. He was holding it, pin unlocked.
[ If she closes her eyes, she can always see the way he'd stood in the doorway staring at her. The hoarse question of is it really you? cracking under the crushing grief and disbelief. The fear that seeing her alive weeks later was nothing but a figment of his imagination, hopes to be dashed. ]
I've known him for a long time, I've never seen him so broken. He crumpled the second I reached for his hand.
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[ If she closes her eyes, she can always see the way he'd stood in the doorway staring at her. The hoarse question of is it really you? cracking under the crushing grief and disbelief. The fear that seeing her alive weeks later was nothing but a figment of his imagination, hopes to be dashed. ]
I've known him for a long time, I've never seen him so broken. He crumpled the second I reached for his hand.