She’ll go on, she’ll continue. His loss tears at her, but it is not a fatal wound. It will bleed on and refuse to close, though she patches over it. She’ll fight another day, she‘ll live on and love, no question. But she’ll always be looking over her shoulder. She can’t help it, because there’s always the chance.
This is gorgeously heart tearing and you gave justice to them in the most intense and memorable way. Her hand drifted over the mattress, the cool sheets where his ticklish belly should be. This killed me.
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She’ll go on, she’ll continue. His loss tears at her, but it is not a fatal wound. It will bleed on and refuse to close, though she patches over it. She’ll fight another day, she‘ll live on and love, no question. But she’ll always be looking over her shoulder. She can’t help it, because there’s always the chance.
If anyone could do it again, it would be him.
That's just perfect.
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It would be something of a torment, I think, to always wonder...Thank you so much!
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Her hand drifted over the mattress, the cool sheets where his ticklish belly should be. This killed me.
The last line brought a smile through my tears.
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Thank you for the wonderfully kind praise. Next parts coming up soon!
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No way at all! :-)
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