[Jeremy looks down at her, as if he can sense that breath lodged in her, as if he can sense how she's picturing it somehow. It would be easy for her. She's had so much experience firsthand with other people dying, with watching it, with helping them through.
He winces, and he keeps her hand in his own, squeezing tighter when she looks down at it. He can't make any promises, and it hurts. There's--
No part of him wants to become someone else to be a death for her, someone else that's dying]
I know. I don't want you to lose me. I'm not that easy to lose.
[Despite the dying twice, he came back both times. Death doesn't seem to be able to hold him.
And it hurts. It hurts so much to look at her expression as she looks up at him. Jeremy swallows thickly, concern in his face before he wraps his arms around her waist in turn, bringing her against his chest. Like that will stop the pain, stop the death, stop all of it.]
I am. [It's whispered like a promise against her hair.] I love you, and I'm here.
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He winces, and he keeps her hand in his own, squeezing tighter when she looks down at it. He can't make any promises, and it hurts. There's--
No part of him wants to become someone else to be a death for her, someone else that's dying]
I know. I don't want you to lose me. I'm not that easy to lose.
[Despite the dying twice, he came back both times. Death doesn't seem to be able to hold him.
And it hurts. It hurts so much to look at her expression as she looks up at him. Jeremy swallows thickly, concern in his face before he wraps his arms around her waist in turn, bringing her against his chest. Like that will stop the pain, stop the death, stop all of it.]
I am. [It's whispered like a promise against her hair.] I love you, and I'm here.