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The words hit him hard, once again. “Oh, how many times I wished my last words to her hadn’t been ‘good luck’…” he groans miserably into her shoulder.
He sobs again, but gently rubs her back, attempting to soothe her. “It gets easier, though, I assure you. Maybe someday you’ll even forget… maybe…” he grips her back again.
“But I don’t want to forget.” She wanted to remember everything, from the curve of his quills to the feeling of his gloved fingertips across her cheeks as his hand brushed by her. The rejections, the fleeting smiles - everything was sacred now because it was extinct.
Her head leaned against his quietly, rubbing his back and waiting for him to stop being worse off than her. God, they were both such messes.