Alexis stood up and left, leaving Tamara alone with her wayward
thoughts. Max is dead...Max is dead...I'll never see him or hear
his voice or feel his arms around me again... all these and more,
including the image of him falling to his death, were imbedded in her
mind. She knew she would never forget that image. How helpless she'd
felt as she'd watched him struggle to save himself. She gladly would
have fallen, had it meant that he would be able to get back up.
It should have been me... came her next thought. Oddly enough though, she wasn't crying anymore. A numbness constricted her chest and she was staring straight ahead with a blank expression. Listlessly she lifted her legs to curl her knees up to her chest and place her chin on them, wrapping her arms around her legs as if she was trying to keep from falling apart. She knew Max was dead, and she had it in the front of her mind, still saw the image of him falling, but it still felt like it hadn't happened, that it had all been a nightmare and Max would come over this afternoon so they could spend some time together as usual.
Well, he would be coming over...just not with open arms.
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