He can't swallow the sound he makes, his expression twisting as his hand slams into the shower wall, head dropping forward so his hair is curtaining his face, strain clear in every line of his body. Because this can't be real.
He doesn't know The thought is an ache inside his mind, his eyes closing as he takes a slow breath, then another, but it doesn't make this any easier. It's never been easy between them though, but this is different.
This is...
"....That was over 13 years ago, Wei Ying." When he finally manages to speak, lifting his head and turning finally. And his expression is haunted in a way he hates to show but all he can see right now is Wei Ying dead in his arms.
"I buried you two months later. I..." He makes a quiet choked sound, stops and forces himself to breathe.
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on 2020-01-29 05:48 pm (UTC)He doesn't know The thought is an ache inside his mind, his eyes closing as he takes a slow breath, then another, but it doesn't make this any easier. It's never been easy between them though, but this is different.
This is...
"....That was over 13 years ago, Wei Ying." When he finally manages to speak, lifting his head and turning finally. And his expression is haunted in a way he hates to show but all he can see right now is Wei Ying dead in his arms.
"I buried you two months later. I..." He makes a quiet choked sound, stops and forces himself to breathe.
I was...I got there too late and you ..."