The Anne and Gilbert one. My heart aches, especially the dark humor when
"When I was young," she finds herself confiding to the very white ceiling, "I was so sure my hair would be my lifelong sorrow."
To her surprise, she laughs a little. It's a horrendous sound, exactly the wrong sound for this room full of pristine death, but it makes her feel better. He laughs too, a hoarse laugh like a cough. He reaches over with his cherished fingers, and loops one of them fondly through her red hair.
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"When I was young," she finds herself confiding to the very white ceiling, "I was so sure my hair would be my lifelong sorrow."
To her surprise, she laughs a little. It's a horrendous sound, exactly the wrong sound for this room full of pristine death, but it makes her feel better. He laughs too, a hoarse laugh like a cough. He reaches over with his cherished fingers, and loops one of them fondly through her red hair.
So sad but so good, so good <3