[Sunny waits for something. He thinks he might be waiting to die. He'd like to, holding Aubrey's hand just like this. Death doesn't come, and Aubrey doesn't let go.
["She loved you too."
[Sunny feels his face twist his eyes open, a sound leaving him, tangled and round and raw. He stares at Aubrey, horrified in his confusion. Tears well, but he barely notices. He grips her hand again - harder than he means to. Didn't she hear him? He stares. His mouth stammers; his hand trembles.
[There isn't a word he can say. It doesn't make sense. He can't bear to repeat himself. He can't...]
cw: suicidal ideation, death, grief, should have CWd this before UHHH
["She loved you too."
[Sunny feels his face twist his eyes open, a sound leaving him, tangled and round and raw. He stares at Aubrey, horrified in his confusion. Tears well, but he barely notices. He grips her hand again - harder than he means to. Didn't she hear him? He stares. His mouth stammers; his hand trembles.
[There isn't a word he can say. It doesn't make sense. He can't bear to repeat himself. He can't...]