Even so, it seems impossible to her. In this moment-- maybe that's the problem, though; all of this is too new. An unimaginable future full of promise must look different from the other side, weighted with grief and all too aware of the entropy of depression.

Still, she thinks, stubborn and-- as always-- harder on herself than anyone else, I shouldn't have left him like this.

She doesn't know what to say, so she curls in tighter against him-- as if holding him close now might make up the difference.