[ it's hard to tell where her feelings of loss end and where his begin. it flows back and forth, his and hers, hers and his, tangling up around each other and cloaking them both in feelings of sadness, of loneliness and desolation that he almost can't find his way out of.
he focuses on the spot where her hand sits against his and breathes out, shaking away the heaviness but keeping his hand where it was. ]
My turn.
[ he nods and taps a nail against the side of the glass. ]
Anything's forgivable or some things just can't be forgiven?
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he focuses on the spot where her hand sits against his and breathes out, shaking away the heaviness but keeping his hand where it was. ]
My turn.
[ he nods and taps a nail against the side of the glass. ]
Anything's forgivable or some things just can't be forgiven?