Expired

Eyes wide, mouth agape, a strange noise errupts from the depths.

I feel the carriage of air, rough below my thumbs. Am I not doing this right? His movements still strong below me, this is not quite the embrase he was expecting.

I look into his eyes and recount the years that have passed. My fear has lead me to this point.

His movement slows. The eyelids flutter they stay wide. The air no longer moves, his chest no longer attempts to rise…

At last freedom comes.

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