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Alpha remembered sitting in his office, watching the door, something twisting his gut when she didn’t come.
She’d eaten without him. And that… they did that together.
And then she’d called him Alpha. That had pissed him off, and he’d been even more pissed at getting pissed. For the first time in his life, Alpha had hated hearing his name.
Alpha sat down beside her, taking her small, soft hand in his, and felt his eye burning, wet sliding down his face into his beard.
He let everything crash down on him, everything that had been building and building in the last day, last month, last decade, being in the hospital and the memories it brought, losing his friend to betrayal, realizing he had been the one to blind him, forgetting Zephyr and still not getting those memories, losing Zenith and almost losing his wife, everything crashed on him and there, holding her hand while she slept, he cried in a hospital after twenty years.
“We’ll be okay, won’t we, handsome?”
“The gray won’t be forever, rainbow.”
No, it wouldn't be.
In the arms of the man she’d loved for years, would love for years, Zephyr felt herself being able to breathe.
The gray won’t be forever.
“Your touch.” His voice, deep and grainy from sleep, startled her. She pulled her hand back but he snatched it with lightning-quick reflexes, placing it on the scar again.
“My touch?”
“I didn't realize how much I missed your touch. You gave a man starved a feast every day until he forgot what hunger felt like, and then took it away.”
“How do you do that? Cry?”
“I just feel it, and tears come out. You don’t cry?”
“Do you want to?”
He gave a nod.
Poor baby.
“Tell you what. I’ll cry for you, so that way you don’t have to waste your tears. What do you say?”