“I…did have to deal with Jeff dying. We had five years together, and that meant everything. But I had to mourn him, still. And that’s…I mean, I’ve got him here, now. That’s what matters. Right?”
That smile dims, pulls back, gains a sorrowful edge.
"...That's true, but...I'm sorry you had to lose him at all. Such grief...It must have felt like the truest form of a miracle, when you saw him again."
It's not something someone's keen on repeating, even if there's the proof that they come back. Even if Jeff was here, and Bash was here - she forces herself to sip, to not state anything stupid about coming back the next day and how that numbs you to death until that certainty isn't there anymore. That is nothing compared to what he must have felt, the entire world falling in.
Perhaps it's selfish to think she understands, even a little, so she keeps that in. This is about Bash, and his story.
"I want your story, the one for the both of you, to have a happy future, wherever it may lead."
He takes a deep breath. “The future isn’t a promise. We get the present, and we’ve had two different pasts now. And those being happy, that’s a lot. I hope there is a future, but shit. So much feels wobbly sometimes.”
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"...That's true, but...I'm sorry you had to lose him at all. Such grief...It must have felt like the truest form of a miracle, when you saw him again."
It's not something someone's keen on repeating, even if there's the proof that they come back. Even if Jeff was here, and Bash was here - she forces herself to sip, to not state anything stupid about coming back the next day and how that numbs you to death until that certainty isn't there anymore. That is nothing compared to what he must have felt, the entire world falling in.
Perhaps it's selfish to think she understands, even a little, so she keeps that in. This is about Bash, and his story.
"I want your story, the one for the both of you, to have a happy future, wherever it may lead."
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No matter how beat up and beaten down they got. No matter the levels of indignity they suffered. You kept going, kept fighting. You kept hoping.
"The other me, the one whose life I remembered recently...she'd say the same thing."