And in their eyes he saw something not unlike a quiet desperation, one that reached down inside of you and squeezed your heart just a little too tight. But there was nothing he could do for them. Not a damn thing.
So he walked by, his eyes sliding off of theirs, a whisper of forgiveness not making it past his lips. Again his mind turned, churning, to the other he couldn't save. But she was just one of many. He was a man of failures. Failures and unspoken apologies.
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