Her grip on my hand was strangling, but I didn't let go. She walked slowly and with a slight hobble, but I didn't want to ask her about it.
I was happy with the silence.
For the moment, I would be happy with anything.
Except goodbye.
I couldn't deal with a goodbye.
We reached the apartment building and I walked her inside, not daring to let go of her hand.
I can't lose her.
My wedding ring dug into my finger as her grip tightened even more. The elevator dinged open and we shuffled inside. It was silent as it moved upwards.
"Who even is she?" Her small voice broke the silence.
"The one who called the ambulance." I replied quietly.
"So it was your way of thanking her?" I could see her facial expression in the reflection of the metal. She looked like depression itself.
"Of course not. She - she just... was there..." I swallowed. "I wasn't thinking."
"Okay." Now her face was blank.
Blank as a canvas on which no one has painted.
I wanted to be the one to paint it.
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