I stare at him, as his hand presses against my chest. Memories wash over me, recent times together, recent intimacy. Before his hospital time, before I thought I was going to lose him.
Clutching at him. Crying. Trying to find his heartbeat.
"You're going to keep on fighting." I finish my drink and stare down into its empty depths. I just...
"You're going to keep on fucking fighting." I fling my cup at the wall, watching the glass shatter.
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Date: 2012-09-22 02:40 am (UTC)Clutching at him. Crying. Trying to find his heartbeat.
"You're going to keep on fighting." I finish my drink and stare down into its empty depths. I just...
"You're going to keep on fucking fighting." I fling my cup at the wall, watching the glass shatter.