[It's too much to be held. Hell is a bed in a room with a stranger, and he should be grateful, but he isn't. He should collapse, but he doesn't. He doesn't, he just...lets his weight rest on her shoulder. Just a little...
[There are lights twinkling on the ceiling, darker than it was before. He just barely notices them in the periphery of his vision, like little stars. His eyes roll up.
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[There are lights twinkling on the ceiling, darker than it was before. He just barely notices them in the periphery of his vision, like little stars. His eyes roll up.
[His voice is quiet.]
The sky opened up.