[He doesn't notice it at first. He's looking away. When out of the corner of his eye he sees something moving, he jumps--but it's just her, reaching for him. And when he takes her hand, everything falls apart.
If she lets him, he will wrap his arms around her and lie back with her on the bed, face buried in her hair, curling against her like a scared child. She doesn't understand, does she? That he's only okay because of her. That sleeping apart from her has been murder, but he does it because she won't let him into her room at night. He wakes up, unable to breathe, unable to move, unable to scream, without her weight in his arms to assure him she's okay, he hasn't failed, she's still alive, he hasn't lost her.
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If she lets him, he will wrap his arms around her and lie back with her on the bed, face buried in her hair, curling against her like a scared child. She doesn't understand, does she? That he's only okay because of her. That sleeping apart from her has been murder, but he does it because she won't let him into her room at night. He wakes up, unable to breathe, unable to move, unable to scream, without her weight in his arms to assure him she's okay, he hasn't failed, she's still alive, he hasn't lost her.
Has he lost her?]