That's the word the sinks in. Somehow, Daan never thought his heart could be broken more, but here they are. Daan's eye closes, and he feels a tremor pass through his body again, trying to hold everything back. He hates this, he hates feeling so vulnerable; he's learned again and again to protect himself because the world won't do it for you, but he has no where to turn here.
And right now, he almost sees himself. Roland is a mirror to his own mourning.
Slowly, he kneels down in front of the other man.]
I'm sorry.
[And he means it, so much more than words alone can express. He wants to tell Roland. He doesn't want to. The urge to scream with him.]
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That's the word the sinks in. Somehow, Daan never thought his heart could be broken more, but here they are. Daan's eye closes, and he feels a tremor pass through his body again, trying to hold everything back. He hates this, he hates feeling so vulnerable; he's learned again and again to protect himself because the world won't do it for you, but he has no where to turn here.
And right now, he almost sees himself. Roland is a mirror to his own mourning.
Slowly, he kneels down in front of the other man.]
I'm sorry.
[And he means it, so much more than words alone can express. He wants to tell Roland. He doesn't want to. The urge to scream with him.]
What was her name?