whatever comes, let it come
what stays, let it stay
As Neron's hand rested on Loren's shoulder, he finally stirred. However, it was simply to shake his head, just once in an abrupt and jerky motion. "No." The refusal fell from his lips bluntly. "Neither of us feel cold." Lifting the bottle to his lips, he took a long pull from it.Still staring at the wall, he pressed his lips together. "We can talk down here." Shifting, he pulled his knees into his chest. Wrapping his free arm around them, he let his head fall back to hit the wall. "Not that there's anything to talk about. She's gone." His voice was raspy with grief, and his eyes glittered with unshed tears.
what goes, let go
LOREN
