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His chest just won't rise, no matter how hard he tries- he just can't get the air into his lungs.
And he panics; tears spring to his eyes, trembling fingers touch his own chest, heart beat faintly sounding off.
Reid can't breathe- Emily Prentiss is dead.
The sky bruises purple as the sun exhales for the final time; night settles with a thick heaviness that Reid can not stand.
Reid can't breathe- Emily Prentiss is dead.
His skin crawls at the thought of her body;lifeless, cold. Held to fire, incinerated, scattered, physically there but still...gone.
It's just not right.
The breeze absentmindedly ruffles the tips of greening branches.
Reid folds his arms across his chest-
Lost.
Alone.
Broken.
Again.
He feels the heavy hand caress his shoulder, fingers curling against the cotton of his shirt.
Reid feels guilty for feeling anything at all.
"Kid, are you alright?" His voice rumbles low in Reid's ear.
Reid's shoulders sag as he shakes his head.
It takes 17 muscles to smile, but 43 muscles to frown. It's worth every effort this night.
Morgan finds himself wrapping an arm gingerly around Reid's waist, and Reid lets out a choked sound as he feels the contact.
Sometimes they're all each other has to cling on to as they're dashed against craggy rocks over and over again.
Reid can't breathe- Emily Prentiss is dead- Morgan's heart is still beating.
"No." Reid's voice is barely a whisper as he turns into Morgan's touch.
"No." He whispers as Morgan's smell surrounds him as Reid buries his face into his shirt; Morgan rests his chin on the crook of Reid's shoulder.
"eye 'iss 'er." Reid takes a shuttering breathe in the soft cotton of Morgan's shirt, material dampened with grief. Morgan breathes in deep, hurt because...he hurts too. Hurt because he hates to see Reid like this. Hurt because it was never fair to begin with and now they have to deal with this?
The aftermath...
The fall out...
"I know Pretty Boy, I know." Morgan sways as he grips Reid for dear life.
Darkness is nothing more than the inherent absence of light.
No matter how many trivial facts you try to recall, it doesn't make the darkness any less real.
Emily Prentiss is dead.
A/N:Trying to remember what it's like to smile so...anyone nice enough to give me an upbeat prompt- I'll do my best to fill it.
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