"Why weren't you with me after?"
He was at her mother's funeral. She saw him, at a distance, watching.
Why wasn't he beside her when she curled into herself and sobbed? Why didn't he hold her then? Why didn't he comfort her then?
He was here now.
But would he still be here tomorrow?
If she called his name… Would fate rip them apart again? Would he disappear when she needs him the most?
Tears slipped down her cheeks before she realized. She wiped them quickly. Then she carefully slid off the recliner and knelt beside him, and touched his shoulder gently.
He startled awake instantly… alert, eyes sharp, as if he had missed something important.
When he focused on her face, his eyes widened.
She pressed a finger to her lips. Don't speak.
He exhaled deeply, tension draining.
"Sit here for some time," she whispered, patting the recliner.
He shook his head immediately. "I'm fine."
"You're not," she insisted softly.
