[ That touch just breaks him down further. He gasps for breath and leans against her. The ashes blow away in wind that can't exist. Black fog slips from Alex's mouth but he pays it no mind, crying loudly and openly.
He'll leave. He will. He'll let her lead him through the doorway. But there's so much weighing on him.
The illusions are gone, by his own hand. But it doesn't remove the guilt that festers at the hole in his soul. ]
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He'll leave. He will. He'll let her lead him through the doorway. But there's so much weighing on him.
The illusions are gone, by his own hand. But it doesn't remove the guilt that festers at the hole in his soul. ]