The flinch can't be helped. Even in this world, where it was so much harder to hear the fall of padded feet and the rustle of a mane in the wind, the blasphemous malediction stung deep. The fact she was so lost to this hurt perhaps stung even worse.
His hand can't let go of hers. His hope can't let him turn away.
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Date: 2014-02-03 03:58 am (UTC)His hand can't let go of hers. His hope can't let him turn away.
"Your time there was only grief?"