A faint memory of something sharp sinking into him, piercing through... That man's face. He... Sunday couldn't remember what it looked like. Couldn't remember his name. But it had been just the two of them there.
Until it wasn't.
Sunday's hands tremble. No, she shouldn't be here. Neither should he, truly, but he was here and... As much as he'd hated it, he felt as though he'd intended this, somehow. And yet she was here. And nothing was in its right place.
He's torn. Something in him knows this is wrong. But a smaller, softer part of him wishes that it didn't matter. Wishing that it was enough for her to be right there with him, and that everything would fall into place because of it. Like it used to. Like either of their songs had meaning.
But he isn't a child anymore. Neither of them were. And no amount of hugging and sobbing into her could ever have changed their fates. Sunday isn't sure why he's so certain of that.
"No, you shouldn't."
Sunday's voice is quiet, and he turns away from her. He can't bring himself to touch Robin, let alone look at her. Like his very hand could stain her, like he was in free fall, pulling her down with him.
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A faint memory of something sharp sinking into him, piercing through... That man's face. He... Sunday couldn't remember what it looked like. Couldn't remember his name. But it had been just the two of them there.
Until it wasn't.
Sunday's hands tremble. No, she shouldn't be here. Neither should he, truly, but he was here and... As much as he'd hated it, he felt as though he'd intended this, somehow. And yet she was here. And nothing was in its right place.
He's torn. Something in him knows this is wrong. But a smaller, softer part of him wishes that it didn't matter. Wishing that it was enough for her to be right there with him, and that everything would fall into place because of it. Like it used to. Like either of their songs had meaning.
But he isn't a child anymore. Neither of them were. And no amount of hugging and sobbing into her could ever have changed their fates. Sunday isn't sure why he's so certain of that.
"No, you shouldn't."
Sunday's voice is quiet, and he turns away from her. He can't bring himself to touch Robin, let alone look at her. Like his very hand could stain her, like he was in free fall, pulling her down with him.
"If you're here with me, then I..."
He'd failed her.