"At least we still have each other."
Fitz jolted awake, blinking a few times as his eyes adjusted to the darkness of his bunk. He heaved a deep sigh as he sunk his head further into his pillow. He could hear his heart beating in the silence. He glanced at the clock on his bedside table.
2:37 A.M.
Her voice echoed in his head. Words spoken a lifetime ago. Words that reflected a friendship he thought would withstand whatever tragedy life chose to hurl their way.
Him and her, they could fix anything together.
She left him alone in the end and try as he might he couldn't bring himself to hate her for it.
He wondered where she was now.
He turned on his side, and closed his eyes, willing himself back to sleep. Willing himself back to that moment in his dream when they still had each other.