[The only discomfort is the fear he might let go and disappear in front of her. She'll hold him tight, her sobs muffled into his dirt and blood stained clothes. She has no care if any of the grime rubs off on her, it just makes him that much more real.
But when he apologizes, her grip on him lessens just enough for her to look up at him. She should be the one apologizing. She failed. She got pushed from the canvas, the only thing keeping it from being completely destroyed. She could have fixed it all if she hadn't failed. But how does she tell him everything's gone and it's her fault?
All she can do is shake her head as if begging him not to apologize.]
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But when he apologizes, her grip on him lessens just enough for her to look up at him. She should be the one apologizing. She failed. She got pushed from the canvas, the only thing keeping it from being completely destroyed. She could have fixed it all if she hadn't failed. But how does she tell him everything's gone and it's her fault?
All she can do is shake her head as if begging him not to apologize.]