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Still alive . . . how can I still be alive?
Steven lifted his head and tried to open his eyes, managing to prise only one eyelid apart. He needn’t have bothered for he couldn’t feel or see or smell anything. The world was reassuringly dark, though he didn’t think it would be for long. He hoped it wouldn’t.
He felt less pain than he’d expected. Most of his nerves burned away, shock taking care of the rest. The only thing he could still feel was Sam, heavy in his arms, and the only thing he knew with any certainty was that she was dead. He closed his eye again, trying to picture her as she was when he last saw her, not how she’d be now.
I did it. All I ever wanted was to be with you.
He wanted to talk to her but couldn’t.
I love you.
And then, even though he couldn’t see any level
