In the momentary darkness, I focus on her breaths. The temptation to give into our hearts spurs me forward. “Yeah, Kels?”
She takes another moment to answer, prolonging my agony. “You still care today?” The vulnerability in her voice reaches into my heart and tugs on the strings until it beats in my throat and vibrates against my vocal words.
“Yes.” I clear my throat.
She’s not waiting for me to string pretty words together that promise nothing. For people like us, who understand loss, the assurance of tomorrow almost trumps everything. So, I reply honestly, “I’ll care tomorrow, too.” I pause to hear the sigh of relief.
“You shouldn’t,” she murmurs without meaning.
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