A choking sound rises. James has to bring a hand up to cover his mouth. His chest ACHES. Somehow its the sensation of looking at something he can't touch. Something locked behind glass, he wants to so bad.
Hold her. Just one more time. Just once more.
A stumble forwards, towards the bed, hands shaking. His face looks different. It's marred by long diagonal scars, they look fairly fresh, still red and irritated. Heat gathers behind his eyes.
"Mary..." Part of him wants to run away, kill himself he promised Harry he wouldn't. The other part wants to just...
Be.
With her. Again.
"My..." His voice is cracking, he can feel that moisture gathering, dumping down his cheeks, stinging like sand and acid.
Leaning over her now, hands almost touching, but he can't. He feels like he might explode is he does. Might shatter.
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Hold her. Just one more time. Just once more.
A stumble forwards, towards the bed, hands shaking. His face looks different. It's marred by long diagonal scars, they look fairly fresh, still red and irritated. Heat gathers behind his eyes.
"Mary..." Part of him wants to run away, kill himself he promised Harry he wouldn't. The other part wants to just...
Be.
With her. Again.
"My..." His voice is cracking, he can feel that moisture gathering, dumping down his cheeks, stinging like sand and acid.
Leaning over her now, hands almost touching, but he can't. He feels like he might explode is he does. Might shatter.
James sinks to his knees.
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