It's- It's- [ He stumbles verbally, like he's trying to find the right words, one hand pressing hard into his own chest, clutching there as the other hangs idly, like he wants to grab onto something but doesn't know what. ]
You think we did this? [ His voice suddenly feels so small, so raw.
He can feel that pressure, the throb that makes those small steps closer stop, squeezing his eyes closed, fighting even if he doesn't entirely know why. ]
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You think we did this? [ His voice suddenly feels so small, so raw.
He can feel that pressure, the throb that makes those small steps closer stop, squeezing his eyes closed, fighting even if he doesn't entirely know why. ]