[ It’s the way she says his name with all the love and affection he had always imagined- if they had been able to have a future together, that is his undoing. He’d been holding it together so well up until then and he can feel it as he crumbles.

His shoulders slump and he buries his face in his free hand which had been resting against his knee. He’s just so tired. ]

Knowing here feels so useless. I feel so useless knowing I can’t do anything to fix something- to change an outcome.