[Looking at him through blurred eyes, she struggles to regain enough composure to at least not hiccup when she attempts to speak.]
You were--[dead. Killed right in front of her, hot blood on her skin. No. She can't say it. Her cheek presses into his hand as she squeezes her eyes shut, tears slipping out beneath her lashes.]
I, um. I just. I missed you.
[It's all she can manage to say around the lump in her throat. There's so much she didn't get to say. It's suffocating.]
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Date: 2025-05-08 08:52 pm (UTC)You were--[dead. Killed right in front of her, hot blood on her skin. No. She can't say it. Her cheek presses into his hand as she squeezes her eyes shut, tears slipping out beneath her lashes.]
I, um. I just. I missed you.
[It's all she can manage to say around the lump in her throat. There's so much she didn't get to say. It's suffocating.]