282: Neil


And just like that it lifted from his soul and dispersed into nothing. Where heartache goes can no one tell, but in him was restored that tried and triumphant vitality he was so loved for. And that he was honest with his dismay, was his strength and warmth. Realising that he could have passed a lifetime in her stare but ultimately they were terribly needing to go different ways but too scared to go alone and not entirely knowing yet who alone actually was. Holding on, not each other.


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