[ He feels her breath gust across his lips, feels her body going still and lax in his arms. Part of him wants to keep her talking, keep her awake and cognizant for as long as possible, for whenever she slips back into sleep, he doesn't know when the next time he'll see her awake again will be. It could be days now, with how things are going. It could be...
But even now, he can't bring himself to accept the finality, that this could be the last time he hears her sweet voice, marred as it is, or feels her warm touch, deliberate in showing him affection. It can't be. It can't be.
He squeezes her hand in his. She shouldn't be afraid to rest. She'll suffer far less that way. ]
I know.
[ He is, too. ]
I'll be here.
[ So should she fall asleep...it will be okay. He'll make sure that it is. ]
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But even now, he can't bring himself to accept the finality, that this could be the last time he hears her sweet voice, marred as it is, or feels her warm touch, deliberate in showing him affection. It can't be. It can't be.
He squeezes her hand in his. She shouldn't be afraid to rest. She'll suffer far less that way. ]
I know.
[ He is, too. ]
I'll be here.
[ So should she fall asleep...it will be okay. He'll make sure that it is. ]