[NOTE: WP and I are having an argument. Please don’t be upset. It doesn’t mean we don’t love you. You’ll still see me every day, so long as I don’t have to ‘have a talk’ with WP any more.]
“I want you to find… a fellow traveller,” he said softly, his voice rasping and low. “I want you to not be alone. You’re no good alone,” he said, not unkindly. He looked to her, but his eyes were not as focused as they’d once been, and his gaze kept slipping away, unfocused and fading.
She held his hands and did not say anything, and over the next days, weeks, and so short months, the grim smile on her face became a worn out set of clothes.
When he was gone, she no longer knew how to be naked.