Kylie
I move across the ground towards him, stumbling as I walk, unable to look away to see where I’m going. He’s the center of my world, and I have to get to him and help him, support him. Make this better if I can.
No parent should ever have to bury their child, to watch their life end and feel the broken shatters of it remaining in their chest like a constant reminder.
I reach his side. He flinches but doesn’t even glance up to see who it is. But I know he senses me the way we always sense each other. His arm hangs at his side, and I slide closer, pressing my hand to his. I squeeze, trying to let him know without words I’m here.
I’m his.
For a moment, nothing happens, then slowly, ever so slowly, his hand curls around mine. My heart starts to soar, and those broken shards begin to
