It took some time before the tears subsided again. Maybe it was the fact that it became clear she and Max would never have moments like this ever again. She realized that even though she had told Peter on Tuesday he was it, a small part of her must have been holding out for Max still. Not anymore. That little part of her had been crushed by a terrible storm.
Somewhere along the line, Liz's fingers had curled themselves in his shirt fabric. She focused on her fingers as they slowly unfurled.
Sometime later, in the quiet of the room, her voice sounded softly, breaking the silence. "I'm sorry."
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Date: 2018-05-08 04:44 am (UTC)Somewhere along the line, Liz's fingers had curled themselves in his shirt fabric. She focused on her fingers as they slowly unfurled.
Sometime later, in the quiet of the room, her voice sounded softly, breaking the silence. "I'm sorry."