He kneels in front of her and just a flash of sunlight catches his hair. It's gone golden, she thinks. From his time in Spain?
He lifts up her shirt, and her breath catches. There's a flash of pain, not in her side, but behind her eyes. She hears the gunshot (which? his? Or Layton's?) and the world dissolves into that same blinding white light for a moment. She thinks she sees the clock, ticking over. 9:06
And then he's standing again, touching her side, bashful, apologising. Sort of.
She chuffs a laugh, smiling up at him, appreciating the attempt.
"Sometimes in life, you can't help which way you fall."
The words twist in her mouth, and she feels the real truth behind them.
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He lifts up her shirt, and her breath catches. There's a flash of pain, not in her side, but behind her eyes. She hears the gunshot (which? his? Or Layton's?) and the world dissolves into that same blinding white light for a moment. She thinks she sees the clock, ticking over. 9:06
And then he's standing again, touching her side, bashful, apologising. Sort of.
She chuffs a laugh, smiling up at him, appreciating the attempt.
"Sometimes in life, you can't help which way you fall."
The words twist in her mouth, and she feels the real truth behind them.