You hadn't been able to bear it any longer and had covered the whole fucking instrument with white sheets, your hands shaking. Never thrown anything out, too. You hadn't been able to, anyway. Gritting your teeth at the horrible memories, you focus on Jim again. He was here. With you. Alive. He finally returned to you two weeks ago, simply walked back into your life. Alive and here with me. Then why didn't it feel like it?All Rights Reserved
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