So I’ve been thinking. About you – us. About the beginning. How everything could have gone so many different ways, and it didn’t. It all went the way it did, and I got to know you. I got to marry you.
His hand moves to his chest pocket – taps it twice, over the name etched there.
And I carried a part of you all the way out here.
obsession-fueled "poster" for
dead reckoning by @sinnabonka
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