"I'm sorry," he whispers, taking a step towards her and reaching out to her at the sight of her eyes blurring over, the way her voice catches when she speaks.
But the ground is wet and the rocks yield under his feet, and his legs are still shaky from the coma - that's what he'd believe, though he suspects it might be something closely linked to the pain he feels when he looks at her.
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But the ground is wet and the rocks yield under his feet, and his legs are still shaky from the coma - that's what he'd believe, though he suspects it might be something closely linked to the pain he feels when he looks at her.