"I'm sorry, John. Truly, I am."
His chest, rather the heart that it contained, ached. He longed to go to him. To show him that he was still alive, that there was no need to mourn for what had never truly been lost. He couldn't, no matter how much he wished it were otherwise. Walking away with his hands shoved in his pockets, was the only way - to
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