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Sara and Mick continued to sit long after everyone else had left the room. Neither could bring themselves to move, still in shock from Snart's sacrifice. Neither spoke. The only sound in the room being their breathing. It didn't bother either, they needed the silence, but they also needed the companionship. Both, even if neither would admit it, took comfort in knowing they weren't the only one suffering from Snart's loss. After what seemed like years of this numbing silence, Mick slowly made his way to Rip's liquor cabinet, returning with an open bottle of scotch.
"Drink," Mick ordered, his voice thickened by sadness, as he passed Sara the bottle. Both knew that a drink was necessary.
Sara took a long swig of the bottle before handing it back to Mick. She relished in the pain brought by the burning liquid as it went down her throat because of the distraction it caused. A distraction from the gaping hole that was in her heart and mind. She kept replaying the day's events in her head, thinking, hoping, wishing she could go back and change everything. She should have told Snart everything, but she had been too stupid, too afraid, to acknowledge her feelings for him until it was too late. Maybe if she had done something differently, he wouldn't have felt the need to be the hero. Maybe if she had taken his place…. If she had just stayed with him, she might have-
Her thoughts were interrupted when something fell into her lap… Snart's ring. She looked up at Mick -how she hadn't noticed him standing above her, she didn't know- in bewilderment. When she finally collected her thoughts, "Why?"
Her voice was scratchy and she couldn't stop the tremor in her voice.
"He would want you to have it."
Mick's words sent Sara into fits of tears. She could no longer hold back the streams of tears coming from her eyes, or the sobs that were ripping themselves from her throat. Mick left the room, presumably to mourn the loss of his best friend on his own. Sara, no longer caring who saw her like this, just kept sobbing, clutching the Snart's ring as if it were a lifeline.
When she had no tears left to cry, she finally rose, completely void of all emotions, and stumbled her way to her room, collapsing into her bed upon arriving, not noticing the new addition of a parka to her bedspread before she fell asleep.