Regret snags on Ronan's breastbone the second all the words are out. It snags and it stays, claws digging in as he watches Noah cave inward, a quiet breath of words and then a flicker into nothingness.
It's a familiar ache, but sharper this time. Sharp enough to draw blood.
Ronan Lynch lives his life in regrets, but this time it feels like too much. He glares down at the stupid, glittery ball of rope in his hand and then hurls it, ignoring the brutal slice of pain that rips through his still-injured shoulder as it goes sailing toward the trees.
It lands, too gently, several yards away, slipping into a useless piece of rope. Ronan drops to the grass, a useless piece of human, and buries his face in his drawn-up knees.
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It's a familiar ache, but sharper this time. Sharp enough to draw blood.
Ronan Lynch lives his life in regrets, but this time it feels like too much. He glares down at the stupid, glittery ball of rope in his hand and then hurls it, ignoring the brutal slice of pain that rips through his still-injured shoulder as it goes sailing toward the trees.
It lands, too gently, several yards away, slipping into a useless piece of rope. Ronan drops to the grass, a useless piece of human, and buries his face in his drawn-up knees.