Reaching

It’s like seeing someone brand new, born again in the colors you saw when they were taken from you. He kept seeing it, over and over, the way his body moved before his head had time to realize what was happening. But it was different when it was him, because this was the only bullet that rang though his ears for hours afterward.

His hands reached his hair first, and unable to diagnose his own motives he knelt by the body and pressed his nose into the back of Sabal’s his head, just wanted to be close, scrounge at whatever bit of body heat was left. A sob erupted from him when he least expected it. And suddenly he could hardly breath from the horror that this had happened. “Ajay…?”