E/O Challenge: Word Prompt: Mark
Special: N/A
AN: Sorry to be behind, again, but RL has been crazy busy. I just need to get caught up, and then all those stories that are sitting in a folder in my inbox can be read! (I never read before I post my own, so they tend to build up, lol).
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Somehow, knowing he was okay, that made it all easier. I wasn't stupid. Dying came with the gig. We just had to do the best we could until- well, until we couldn't anymore.
I held on as long as I could, I really did. Sometimes, sometimes I think I held on too tightly, and that's how they slipped through my fingers. But he wasn't mad. That look in his eyes- he knew what I'd done, that my soul was marked- but he knew why, too. So it was okay.
That was my job. Sammy was alive. Nothing else mattered.