"It's like... waking up from an explosion before the inner ear heals," he said softly as he thought about his wife. She had died in his arms, old and tired. She had asked if they could live forever together and he had wept so hard because he couldn't give her that no matter how much he wanted to. "Your balance is off even if you're lying down. Everything wobbling and spinning as you wait for it to heal."
His world had started falling apart with her death. Then he lost Michel out at sea and Jean-Pierre got cancer... it was misery without his wife. It was hell until his heart scabbed over enough to go on.
He still kept his lips against her hair and his arms solidly around her like he could protect her from it or at least help her carry that burden. He would do that for her.
"You say the word, Andy, and we'd all be willing to try to find her. Where you go, we follow."
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Date: 2020-09-17 02:06 am (UTC)His world had started falling apart with her death. Then he lost Michel out at sea and Jean-Pierre got cancer... it was misery without his wife. It was hell until his heart scabbed over enough to go on.
He still kept his lips against her hair and his arms solidly around her like he could protect her from it or at least help her carry that burden. He would do that for her.
"You say the word, Andy, and we'd all be willing to try to find her. Where you go, we follow."