[ She tips her face down, breathing in the scent of the flowers he brought, and he's knocked sideways all over again by the reality of her. Picking and choosing her words, mere days, hours, from having learned she might have needed to grieve him all over again.
She's amazing. Thank god she's here with him; thank god. Thank god he didn't leave her again. ]
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[ She tips her face down, breathing in the scent of the flowers he brought, and he's knocked sideways all over again by the reality of her. Picking and choosing her words, mere days, hours, from having learned she might have needed to grieve him all over again.
She's amazing. Thank god she's here with him; thank god. Thank god he didn't leave her again. ]
How's your back feeling?