Samuel
We can leave life for tomorrow
Or grieve all that we thought we’d do
The arm around his waist shocked Sam out of his suicidal stupor. He flinched but let Nate take him, his own feet eventually starting to work too as they went to the door, though he did glance back to look at the fire, reached out his one-fingered hand as if to try and apologise to it for not letting it consume him. Or grieve all that we thought we’d do
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Sam runs with Nate to the door.
Or make each moment new