The goodbye pulled his drifting consciousness back into sharp focus, and he opened his eyes to see him through the gloom of the alley. "Don't..." he started to say, but it hurt on too many levels, physical and emotional, but what if he didn't come back? "Goodbye..." he whispered, even though he didn't want to say it.
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Date: 2009-10-29 11:35 pm (UTC)