[She makes the smallest, wrecked sound as he's able to press his hand over hers. The gesture completely breaks her, leaving her stunned into stillness as she looks up at him with wide eyes. He can feel her. He can touch her. She has to be so cold and disturbing to make contact with, but he's touching her anyway.
And the way he's looking at her shatters her into thousands of pieces. How could she ever leave him, after she's seen how much he needs her?]
I'll try to stay.
[She promises, because she doesn't think she can give him false hope.]
But you need to leave me here, Eddie. I'm dead and gone.
[It's impossible for her to move her hand away and off of his cheek. Her fingers flex and press against him more firmly, and she finds it in her to manage a hint of a smile. Anything to try and comfort him.]
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And the way he's looking at her shatters her into thousands of pieces. How could she ever leave him, after she's seen how much he needs her?]
I'll try to stay.
[She promises, because she doesn't think she can give him false hope.]
But you need to leave me here, Eddie. I'm dead and gone.
[It's impossible for her to move her hand away and off of his cheek. Her fingers flex and press against him more firmly, and she finds it in her to manage a hint of a smile. Anything to try and comfort him.]