[ It's not the first time he's been left behind. The last man standing. The grief still comes in sharp like it's the first time. Raw, brutal. Unending. But she isn't dead. That has to be something. You can't do shit when you're dead.
He exhales. At least he knew her. He liked her. He hopes she gets a better shot, wherever she ends up.
He flips another pancake. It comes easier this time. A little more smoothly. ]
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He exhales. At least he knew her. He liked her. He hopes she gets a better shot, wherever she ends up.
He flips another pancake. It comes easier this time. A little more smoothly. ]
Yeah. It's a plan.
[ He smiles a little. ]
My pancakes aren't completely shitty.