The Significance of Moving On
A broken man. A woman whose world is falling apart. And an unlikely romance that could save them both.
It was him and me. My brother, My protector. My best friend. Always. So someone please tell me why I'm sitting here clutching his suicide note in my hand? The last words I'll ever hear from him. What am I supposed to do now? Where am I supposed to go?
She's still sitting out there. It's been hours and the rain's coming down in sheets. I saw the ambulance take his body away. Tom was a good man.
She's going to catch her death of cold out there.
She's going to need a shoulder to cry on.
I've been fighting to keep my grief at bay for so long, can I risk taking hers on too?
What choice do I have?