( And then he's crushed in the arms of a young girl, and she might be twice the age of his daughter, three times over. A young lady, nearly grown. But she calls her to mind, all the same, and he wilts in her embrace, the doll trapped tightly and suffocated between them.
He hugs as if he hardly remembers how, arms drawn loose and clumsy around her shoulders, as if he is petrified by the possibility of crushing her.
He does not let go first. Cannot. He will hang on for as long as she does, cold though his touch might be, and gone the beating of his heart. )
...Matthias. It's Matthias, Kamala. I've been waiting to meet you all for a very long time. ( Silence, brief. ) And I'm only sorry our time together must be very short.
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( And then he's crushed in the arms of a young girl, and she might be twice the age of his daughter, three times over. A young lady, nearly grown. But she calls her to mind, all the same, and he wilts in her embrace, the doll trapped tightly and suffocated between them.
He hugs as if he hardly remembers how, arms drawn loose and clumsy around her shoulders, as if he is petrified by the possibility of crushing her.
He does not let go first. Cannot. He will hang on for as long as she does, cold though his touch might be, and gone the beating of his heart. )
...Matthias. It's Matthias, Kamala. I've been waiting to meet you all for a very long time. ( Silence, brief. ) And I'm only sorry our time together must be very short.