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She cannot stop touching him. She hasn’t touched him in days, weeks. Ever since she pushed him away, to save him and he recoiled at her touch and started touching Jordan. He touched Jordan to help *her* (which her? Jordan? Herself? Both? Who knows), because he *understands* her but now he’s gone. He’s lying dead on the ground, his shirt is bloody and his body is cooling but she… just… cannot…stop…touching…him. His beautiful blue eyes are still open and lifeless and he doesn’t react, he always, always, *always* reacted to her touch before.
This wasn’t supposed to happen. He was supposed to stay, live. She was supposed to leave him behind. He was not supposed to leave her first. He was supposed to love her again when she returned.
She knows she should be doing *something*, to fix him, there has to be something she can do, to bring him back, save him like he’s saved her. Like she has before. She’s seen, felt, him die before, but she fixed it. There has to be something she can do. She knows there must be. But somehow, right this moment, all she can really do is touch him.