I know. [ She tries to make it a joke, but the dam breaks and tears start flowing down her cheeks in earnest. A small, choked sob escapes her. ] I know.
[ But she understands- there's so much to say and no time to say it. He's the best thing that's ever happened to her- he's brought her so much joy that she thinks she couldn't put it into words even if she wasn't in her current state.
She would have liked, she thinks, one last dance. It's impossible now, given that they're both barely hanging on as it is. But it's nice to imagine. With whatever strength she has left in her, she moves to rest her forehead against his, and she hums quietly. It's not perfect, by any means, and the tune is occasionally interrupted by small, choked noises of pain and grief, but she knows he'll remember. It's one of his mother's songs, and the first song they ever danced to. ]
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[ But she understands- there's so much to say and no time to say it. He's the best thing that's ever happened to her- he's brought her so much joy that she thinks she couldn't put it into words even if she wasn't in her current state.
She would have liked, she thinks, one last dance. It's impossible now, given that they're both barely hanging on as it is. But it's nice to imagine. With whatever strength she has left in her, she moves to rest her forehead against his, and she hums quietly. It's not perfect, by any means, and the tune is occasionally interrupted by small, choked noises of pain and grief, but she knows he'll remember. It's one of his mother's songs, and the first song they ever danced to. ]