[Her breathing is too shallow, too desperate, and she shudders against him. There has to be something for him at home. Anything is better than this, but she can't find the words to tell him so. It isn't his fault. He has to know that, right? Even this was worth it to keep him safe.
She wants to make it better, wants to find the magic words that will make it easier, but every thought feels distant, strangely half-formed. Her eyes drift closed. It seems like far too much effort to keep them open, and her hand slips from his cheek. She lets out one last, trembling breath, and doesn't move again.]
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She wants to make it better, wants to find the magic words that will make it easier, but every thought feels distant, strangely half-formed. Her eyes drift closed. It seems like far too much effort to keep them open, and her hand slips from his cheek. She lets out one last, trembling breath, and doesn't move again.]