[His left hand twitches, an echo of a time he didn't reach far enough or fast enough to make a difference. The guilt has eaten him alive these last few years. Hollowed him out, stripped him down and laid him bare. Somewhere out there, there's a universe that spared the better man.
There's a faint furrow to his brow, he clears his throat before he speaks,]
no subject
There's a faint furrow to his brow, he clears his throat before he speaks,]
That's not what I asked. I don't want to leave.