Previously...
He brushed a curl back that was matted to her forehead.
"Oh, little girl." His voice caught, and the tears now slipped from his eyes. "I am so sorry."
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"This is my life now." Steph spoke out loud, and her whisper seemed too loud in the quiet room.
Quiet. It's always quiet now. Funny how you take some noises for granted. The sound of him making coffee way too early in the morning. The endless ringing of his phone, and his constant greeting, "Report." The sound of his breath in her ear as he nibble and kissed his way down her neck.
A crushing pain raced through her chest, and she screamed before doubling over.
The door crashed open, and someone rushed in yelling. Steph had no idea who. She was blinded by her pain. She felt herself being lift and carried, and heard a voice repeating, "Breathe."
She willed her body to listen, and her ragged breathing steady as she stared forward, eyes open, but seeing nothing.
She had no idea how much time pasted, nor did she care. Time meant nothing to her now.
"I remember when there never seemed to be enough time in the day to just be with him. There was always something going on. Some crazy after me, some crisis in Atlanta, always something."
"I know, Steph."
His voice startling her.
"Did I say that out loud?"
He nodded slowly.
"I didn't even know you were here." She glance at Les's face, then down to find herself cradle in his arms as he sat on the couch. Looking back at his face, she noted how wrong he looked.
"You don't look like my Les."
He always had happiness beaming from him. His eyes were always bright. Now... Now, she could only see despair.
Reaching up, Steph placed her hand to his cheek. "You look like me."
He gently placed his hand on hers and closed his eyes before nodding slowly.
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