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His collarbone itched.
It had been bothering him since waking up from the crash, the feeling increasingly abrasive the more time that he had spent around her.
Now, it was screaming at him.
It trembled up his arms and brought a shake to the fingers wrapped around the gun that was pointed at her head.
Eyes of red stared up at him, the vacant look to them telling him that she was already gone, but that did little to comfort him. That itch turned to a sorrow he couldn’t understand, and he could feel his strength failing to hold the gun up.
Rapi was saying something to him, but he wasn’t paying attention. He knew what he had to do, had been resolved to do it when he took the gun from her to fulfill his duty. The itch screamed, and the barrel fell.
Her hand stopped it.
Its touch was soft, gentle like the smile that spread across her wounded face. Her fingers brushed against his and lifted the gun back up, the words she kept repeating slipping through her lips in a broken tone. That smile, however, spoke all that she needed to say. Her hand wrapped around the barrel of the gun and held it firmly in place.
His collarbone was screaming at him now, but she wouldn’t let the gun fall.
Marian, remember her name, Marian.
She spoke a final time, broken away from the curse that repeated her words.
“Thank you for… the bandage.”
There was so much else that was said in those words, much of it and emotion that he couldn’t even fathom, but the ache in his collarbone forced him to clench his jaw to stop the tears from forming.
Marian, remember her name, Marian.
Her eyes closed, he pulled the trigger, and the aching stopped. He was hollow now, so numb to everything as he turned and walked away.
But he would never forget this moment, never forget her name again.
…again?