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Author's note: A very short drabble about Zoe's feelings for the place that Wash lived and died.

Zoe hadn't been onto the bridge since he had passed. She couldn't force herself over the threshold. That place was so much of him.

Where she'd seen him first, with his hideous moustache. He had bothered her.

Where he'd played with his dinosaurs. She had rolled her eyes.

Where they had talked about their future. She wanted to meet their baby.

Where they had laughed about Jayne's stupidity or argued about Mal.

It belonged to him. He had both lived and died there.

River kept trying to entice her in, but Zoe went as far as the door and no further.

One day she would cross over, and hug the girl who had replaced her husband. But that day wasn't today.