[ He picks up the plate of bread and comes to sit heavily on the edge of the bed, his whole body curved forward like some weight is dragging him down. Even the scent of the bread makes him feel a little sick, but it isn't only his stomach that's aching. ]
It's true.
[ The life he'd dreamed of and planned and hoped for, gone, just like that, four years too soon. The thing separating him and Sophie now isn't as irreversible as the Gommage, but he knows — he knows — it's just as permanent. ]
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It's true.
[ The life he'd dreamed of and planned and hoped for, gone, just like that, four years too soon. The thing separating him and Sophie now isn't as irreversible as the Gommage, but he knows — he knows — it's just as permanent. ]