[ He tries not to feel it. Not the kiss, not everything that comes along with it. But that's not how this works--and what she gets back is grief and relief of his own, the special permutation of oh, thank Christ that's all for Kyna, all surrounded by a loneliness like a sucking chest wound.
It's so much easier, normally, not to be trapped in the middle of this shit. ]
Yeah. Yeah-- [ His eyes are shut tight for a moment, not a single coherent thought coming to mind. ] Me, too.
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It's so much easier, normally, not to be trapped in the middle of this shit. ]
Yeah. Yeah-- [ His eyes are shut tight for a moment, not a single coherent thought coming to mind. ] Me, too.