[Ion opens his mouth to give a reasonable answer but it just comes out as a choked sob. This is so exhausting--this back and forth, this mixture of so many different things. The fear for tomorrow, the fear of the loneliness, of not having Sandalphon, of everything being different now, of living only to die but not wanting to die.
Before he can pull his hand back, Ion reaches up and holds his hand where it is, his body hunching, coiling, wanting to keep that closeness for as long as he can.]
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Before he can pull his hand back, Ion reaches up and holds his hand where it is, his body hunching, coiling, wanting to keep that closeness for as long as he can.]
Why does it always have to hurt?