going under

The sun's coming up

Each step towards where Korbin lay made his limbs heavier and heavier. Invisible hands held him back, spirits pulling at him to keep him away. Perhaps they were trying to help keep him from the demise of himself, from the ultimate shattering of his heart. Perhaps they were trying to stir the ire within him, the rage surrounding the grief. He could swim was all that the Sentinel could think as he walked--trudged--silently in Maeve's wake.

He stood in the doorway for a moment, steadying himself on the doorframe before stepping through. He took in a deep breath and held it, everything in the room except the body of the youngest Hale fading away. Even Maeve was no longer within any perceivable thought. Noah's cheeks burned with dried tears from their walk from her office to the mortuary, and his eyes stung as new, fresh tears threatened to breach the guard of his eyelashes. He let his breath out slowly as his hands lifted to rest on Korbin's arm. As the hunter's calloused fingers touched down on cold, pale skin, his breath was pulled from his chest again.

He wasn't sure how long time passed as he stood above the dark-haired youth, tears dripping down and staining his dark clothing. Finally, a shaky breath, and his apology, "I'm so sorry."

But the steel around your heart is starting to rust

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