[ She has pulled a handkerchief from somewhere and covered her face, shoulders shaking slightly with the effort of containing herself. The sudden terror, sudden surety of his loss, the wretched relief when the blow she had braced for did not come.
Muffled slightly by it: ]
I do not want to talk of him. Or some future that may be years away, one I may not even see.
no subject
Muffled slightly by it: ]
I do not want to talk of him. Or some future that may be years away, one I may not even see.
[ A little hiccup of a sob, and then ]
I love you.