Disclaimers can be found in the first chapter of this series.
Synopsis: Because as much as it pained for him to say the words, to make real what she already suspect, it was only fair for her to know the truth.
A Feeling of Loss
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There was no apt way to describe it - loss was as close of a word that came to mind. She had known from the moment when they went out of contact that something had happened. It was a hard and fast rule, Never be unreachable. As the time passed, the unease settled to the pit of her stomach, until the only course of action was to verbalize her concern. This triggered an investigation which began with a series of telephone calls and repeating her story a multitude of times.
When the questions stopped and the waiting began, she kept looking for things to do if only to distract herself from going over worst-case scenarios. But she knew, when he came with a set jaw and unwavering eyes. He settled her into the chair before drawing one for himself until they were at eye-level. Taking her hands into his, the grasp was familiar and strong. He spoke as-a-matter-of-fact. Because as much as it pained for him to say the words, to make real what she already suspect, it was only fair for her to know the truth. Death.
She turned her head away as he continued to speak. The words failed to register but she did not cry, only drawing circles with her thumb on his hands. The motion was soothing and it gave her courage to look back at him. The tears at the corner of eyes, the ones that he tried to hide because he was supposed to be the strong one here, broke her resolve.
And in that moment of vulnerability, she asked, "So, what am I going to do now?"