I held his fingers, and it took me a second to realise why it felt so foreign. Because he never threaded our fingers like he always did. He never moved to touch me back like he always did. Even in his sleep, as soon as he felt me near, he would curl into me or squeeze me. But this time he never moved. Hot tears spilled and I sobbed back a breath. “Justin, baby. It’s me. You’re gonna be okay. I’m here.”
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