[ Her eyes automatically close at the gesture. She feels better, calmer; the tears wiped away are not as easily replaced with new ones. Once he is done and she feels his hand pulling away from her face, she reaches for it.
Time... There's never enough time. ]
He once told me was proud of me. I suppose it is fortunate that he is not here to change his mind.
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Time... There's never enough time. ]
He once told me was proud of me. I suppose it is fortunate that he is not here to change his mind.