He says your name. So softly, and so full of anguish, that you feel your body break apart. You never thought it was possible to feel such overwhelming grief and hurt that you wanted nothing more than to just vanish, escape the pain and the endlessness of it. His outstretched hand finds yours, and you weave your fingers together, like you had always done. Like you would always continue to do. It was like a lifeline, holding on to him. PART 2