Pvt

What more could be done, what more than the peak of extremes, the end of all lines? A miracle, but there weren’t any left to pray for one.

Any hope left after the blast was wishful thinking.
A sweet, comforting lie.
It was more than most had these days though, more than he deserved if Willow was honest with himself.
But he could use the comfort, a lie would make it easier.