Bob's having a hard time following her words. It's taking an enormous effort just to stay conscious. He's losing the feeling in his fingers, and what he can feel hurts like hell, and he's just so tired...
Wait.
Did Dot just say what he thought she said?
She did.
Bob looks up at Dot, and a genuine smile crosses his face. "I th-thought you'd never ask..."
Then he gasps as another surge of pain floods through his system, and--
and--
("But how will our love survive?")
and everything just fades out.
("It won't. I'm sorry.")
Bob's head sags back against the pavement. He's not moving. His body is becoming more and more transparent by the picosecond.
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timeasmymeasure
Re: Epilogue
Date: 2007-07-26 06:23 am (UTC)Wait.
Did Dot just say what he thought she said?
She did.
Bob looks up at Dot, and a genuine smile crosses his face. "I th-thought you'd never ask..."
Then he gasps as another surge of pain floods through his system, and--
and--
("But how will our love survive?")
and everything just fades out.
("It won't. I'm sorry.")
Bob's head sags back against the pavement. He's not moving. His body is becoming more and more transparent by the picosecond.