Her friends are gone, her own father is long dead, and there they are, together but utterly alone, in the same room but miles apart.
She hasn't let go of his hand, though, even though part of her mind tells her she should leave him be. Because maybe he shouldn't be alone right now. Maybe she shouldn't he alone right now, either.
A tear falls from her eye and hits the sheet with a tiny plop.
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She hasn't let go of his hand, though, even though part of her mind tells her she should leave him be. Because maybe he shouldn't be alone right now. Maybe she shouldn't he alone right now, either.
A tear falls from her eye and hits the sheet with a tiny plop.