[Everyone who has ever cared and lost has a reason to be. Chase has had reasons since his dad walked out. Since he watched his mother, jaundiced and soaked in sweat and bile, maddened and dying. He's a few reasons to be.
Granted, none of them ever shot him in the head, or rebuilt him afterwards. He's always done the rebuild alone.
He keeps her hands, gently, sliding a palm up her wrist, but not to test how cold she is. Not, even habitually, in search of a pulse. It's not distance.]
You know, intentionally or not, you might have given yourself a second chance.
Re: or steps leading into the sea
Granted, none of them ever shot him in the head, or rebuilt him afterwards. He's always done the rebuild alone.
He keeps her hands, gently, sliding a palm up her wrist, but not to test how cold she is. Not, even habitually, in search of a pulse. It's not distance.]
You know, intentionally or not, you might have given yourself a second chance.