❝ –– perhaps it’s true that things can change in a day. and when they do, those few dozen hours, like the salvaged remains of a burned house—the charred clock, the singed photograph, the scorched furniture—must be resurrected from the ruins and examined. and suddenly, they become the bleached bones of a story.
"I wanna take his pain away, and I know I can't. And it kills me." - soldierheartcd
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“So do I, baby,” Teddy said sadly, kissing her daughter’s blonde curls. As they stood on the other side of the glass, Henry had never felt so far away.