How long had she been there for her skin to already be greying?
Was she cold before she died? Afraid?
Did it last a long time? And where was he?
Saving others. Others who made no difference to him.
Meanwhile, his life was crumbling, and he had no idea. The future he planned in his head was no longer. It had been cruelly ripped from his grasp before it could even truly begin.
Agnes was the love of his life, and he knew it. From the first time he spoke to her, he knew that she was someone he didn't want to live without.
Yet as he sat there on his knees, unable to tear his eyes away from Agnes, his heart was beating, and hers was not. He couldn't live without her, and yet that's what he was doing at that moment.
