“Okay…but…” he trailed off. What could he really say? Stop me if I start to panic or shush me if I cry like a child? No. He wasn’t a child any longer and he couldn’t show such a weakness.
Stop me if I start to panic or shush me if I cry like a child?“I’ll be here with you. Every step of the way.” Her hands on his body tightened, the pressure comforting. She would be there, she’d pull him back from the brink of despair.
Letting his lids close was one of the scariest things he did. But he had to. It was time to let the memories out, free them so they wouldn’t weigh him down a moment longer. Twenty-five years was long enough.
He took a breath and began. “I spent the early evening catching fireflies. There were so many of them that summer…”
Light.
Light.Darkness.
Darkness.Light.
Light.D
