Title: Empty Desk
Disclaimer: I am ghilliekitten, I own nothing
A/N - again, I apologize if anyone finds this depressing ...
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He looked at the desk only long enough to see that it was empty again, and then quickly looked away. He didn't want to think about what that meant, but he knew. She was dead, and the empty desk would sit there as a reminder, taunting him. Telling him the list of things he wished he had done to help her, though all of them were impossible, and enumerating the list of things he wished he had said to her; a list that started and ended with three simple words that had been too difficult to say, and now he would have the rest of his life to regret that.