The sob that drew out of her shook his entire being. Unable to see her crumble right there, so close to him, unable to hold her, he forced his eyes shut and put his hands over his ears. He couldn’t see or hear her—he could not. He’d hold her, and she’d vanish in his hands like mist along with any memory he had of hers. He couldn’t—he couldn’t live without a fragment of her memory.
