It's like he'd punched her in the gut with that simple statement, her throat closing up and her brows knitting together as she tries to fight back a sudden, dizzying wave of emotions. He's not making scrambled eggs for everyone -- he's in the hospital fighting for his life. And even if he wakes up, she won't be there to have his breakfasts. Not ever again.
Her fingers pick at the corners of her sandwich. She'd dealt with this sense of loss before. She'd accepted it. It feels cruel to have gotten to see him again, only to have him taken away again.
>Lie >Lie >Lie >Lie]
Yeah, [she manages, trying to swallow back the ugly, sickening feeling of tears threatening to gather in her eyes and taking a deep breath. In spite of it, she still tries to keep her smile.] Maybe!
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Oh no.
It's like he'd punched her in the gut with that simple statement, her throat closing up and her brows knitting together as she tries to fight back a sudden, dizzying wave of emotions. He's not making scrambled eggs for everyone -- he's in the hospital fighting for his life. And even if he wakes up, she won't be there to have his breakfasts. Not ever again.
Her fingers pick at the corners of her sandwich. She'd dealt with this sense of loss before. She'd accepted it. It feels cruel to have gotten to see him again, only to have him taken away again.
>Lie
>Lie
>Lie
>Lie]
Yeah, [she manages, trying to swallow back the ugly, sickening feeling of tears threatening to gather in her eyes and taking a deep breath. In spite of it, she still tries to keep her smile.] Maybe!