[ The way she says that-- it feels like a slap across the face, and he bows his head.
It takes him a moment before he moves toward Maya, sitting at the foot of the bed, mindful of that weird beam of light. And he can just imagine that she's sleeping, that she's resting, and that only moments ago she wasn't bleeding in his arms, wincing and biting back whimpers and crying out when the pain was too much, and slowly growing quieter and quieter until she was hardly moving, her breaths ragged and shallow and please, I can't lose you, please, don't leave me, please, please, please--
Attachment is weakness. Attachment is vulnerability. He hasn't been close to anyone in twenty-six years, and suddenly there's Maya, and suddenly he realizes how empty those years had been. And now he's realizing the weakness and the vulnerability is him. He's Maya's weakness.
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It takes him a moment before he moves toward Maya, sitting at the foot of the bed, mindful of that weird beam of light. And he can just imagine that she's sleeping, that she's resting, and that only moments ago she wasn't bleeding in his arms, wincing and biting back whimpers and crying out when the pain was too much, and slowly growing quieter and quieter until she was hardly moving, her breaths ragged and shallow and please, I can't lose you, please, don't leave me, please, please, please--
Attachment is weakness. Attachment is vulnerability. He hasn't been close to anyone in twenty-six years, and suddenly there's Maya, and suddenly he realizes how empty those years had been. And now he's realizing the weakness and the vulnerability is him. He's Maya's weakness.
It kind of fucking really sucks. ]