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DG crossed the distance between them and wrapped her arms around his shoulders. It didn't matter that she was bent over in an awkward position because of the armchair, or that his shoulder was digging into her neck. It didn't matter that his body was stiff as a board or that the muscles in his arms were tense with emotions she knew he didn't want to name. What mattered was the way he was holding on to her arm where it crossed his chest, like it was the only thing keeping his head above water. The bruises would be impressive, but inconsequential compared to their loss--his loss.

She kissed the side of his head, pressing toward his skin despite his hair. "I'm sorry," she whispered into it. "I'm so, so sorry."

She held fast to her tears.

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again, this is almost all from transcribing the novel with virtually no new content. I'm up to page 40 in the handwritten bits and my fingers are protesting mightily.

153 of my words were not transcription, but a flashfic I've been pondering for the last couple of days. Unfortunately the machine to instantly translate the pictures in my head into words on the page was broken again, so the finished product is sorta kinda crap. And thus I share with you :p

( don't say you haven't been warned )