Jared rolled over, wrapping his remaining arm securely around Celia; wondering if today he would find the strength to leave her.
She could never understand he’d lost more than his leg and the better part of an arm to that roadside bomb. He’d lost his ambition, his drive, his very ability to function beyond the day he’d been made, forever, less a man.
They’d lost their bond, the very confluence defining them as two lone streams flowing to become one. While her’s still flowed into an ocean of endless possibilities, his now only emptied into a sea of endless despair.