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Drabble 8 is definitely one of the angstier ones, but I hope you enjoy it anyway! Marilyn Whitmore
Her husband holds her for a long time - she’ll die here, she knows, so it might as well be forever. She memorizes every hitch of his breath, twirling his wedding ring around his finger; she kisses his eyelids and counts the shades of green in his gaze, sees their daughter in every reflection.
She can still feel the fine strands of Patricia’s hair between her fingers and aches for the familiar warmth of her. Thomas gathers her closer, his cheek wet against her forehead.
It would be easy to die, if only she didn’t have so much to live for.
Her husband holds her for a long time - she’ll die here, she knows, so it might as well be forever. She memorizes every hitch of his breath, twirling his wedding ring around his finger; she kisses his eyelids and counts the shades of green in his gaze, sees their daughter in every reflection.
She can still feel the fine strands of Patricia’s hair between her fingers and aches for the familiar warmth of her. Thomas gathers her closer, his cheek wet against her forehead.
It would be easy to die, if only she didn’t have so much to live for.