Her hands are like ice, but he doesn't think about letting go. She's still his Rita, and he still loves her. He'll be here for her.
With that in mind, he nods and leads them to the door, opening it just enough for them to pass through. In the darkness of the hallway, her blood almost looks violet from where it stained the floor. There are smudges in the patterns from where he went over to hold her, when he walked to pick her up, but her blood simply slid down the walls to the baseboard and is completely unchanged.
And for all he wants to be strong, he still ends up clinging tightly to her hand and looked over to her feet instead of the scene before them. There were things he was going to say, like 'The cleaning supplies are in the closet' and 'Let's divide the work' or 'I can afford to hire someone,' but he doesn't say any of that. There's a cold cloud of fear in his mind that keeps the words stuck in his throat.
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With that in mind, he nods and leads them to the door, opening it just enough for them to pass through. In the darkness of the hallway, her blood almost looks violet from where it stained the floor. There are smudges in the patterns from where he went over to hold her, when he walked to pick her up, but her blood simply slid down the walls to the baseboard and is completely unchanged.
And for all he wants to be strong, he still ends up clinging tightly to her hand and looked over to her feet instead of the scene before them. There were things he was going to say, like 'The cleaning supplies are in the closet' and 'Let's divide the work' or 'I can afford to hire someone,' but he doesn't say any of that. There's a cold cloud of fear in his mind that keeps the words stuck in his throat.