It's true, isn't it? It's been true for so long, despite how much he'd felt like it. How much he'd walked away when things got bad. He's not alone. And that's why he's shut it all down, pushed it all aside - for their sake.
Breathe, she says.
Breathe, echoes the living purple light. The presence so dearly missed, and drawing inspiration from the friend he has in front of him.
His eyes are still wet when he gets them open again. When the hand at his throat now wraps around his shoulders, as if holding him upright instead of throttling him. The other memory hands do the same, keep him standing.
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It's true, isn't it? It's been true for so long, despite how much he'd felt like it. How much he'd walked away when things got bad. He's not alone. And that's why he's shut it all down, pushed it all aside - for their sake.
Breathe, she says.
Breathe, echoes the living purple light. The presence so dearly missed, and drawing inspiration from the friend he has in front of him.
His eyes are still wet when he gets them open again. When the hand at his throat now wraps around his shoulders, as if holding him upright instead of throttling him. The other memory hands do the same, keep him standing.
"I don't want to hurt you."
At least he's not saying he's fine.