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(He knows very little, these days, but he knows how close he stands to the edge.)
(What would you do if I died?
It isn't a question he'd ever asked her while he still could. But he had known the answer, then, known it because his answer would have been the same. Love can be like that: all-encompassing and all-consuming but happiness nonetheless.
Would it have been better had he died a quick death?) ]
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Perhaps, perhaps, perhaps. That word doesn't mean fuckall to Natalia now, but still it haunts her like the way the man does — all sunken cheeks and unrecognizing eyes.
If you died I'd want to die too.
Iain Marling's already dead; she lives with a stranger now. Maybe she's dead too. ]
S'alright, luv, [ she says, tiredly. By now she knows what he thinking even before he does. ] No one's askin', no one's tellin'.
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It seems impossible, in other words, that anyone would ever have loved him that much.) ]
Guess not, [ is all that he says, after a long pause, his head bowing as he looks away. (He doesn't what else to say, nor if he ought to feel guilty for having no answer either way.) ]