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He was falling -
Leon had told D to leave him - he couldn't walk, he wasn't going to let D carry him and get himself killed - had told D he had no interest in dying with him, had turned his own joke back on him - D could fly, right? And Leon couldn't, and he was going to have D's death on his conscience. D had answered by throwing them both off that endless staircase.
They'd fallen together, LA changing from pinpricks to streaks of light as they dropped. Leon opened his mouth to scream, and the air dragged it away. The last thing he saw was D, calm and unruffled as ever, fingers twined with Leon's like he was promising never to let go.
He was falling -
D's hands were cold and shaking when he touched Leon's chest, and D pressed them against him as though to cover it. He was smiling, lips curling like they were talking about the latest case or what Chris had done during the day, voice just as calm. Leon heard what D was saying, but he wasn't listening - he'd been staring at the single tear sliding down D's cheek, bringing his arms up to - to do something -
And D had pushed him off the ship.
He was falling -
The world was spread out below him, getting bigger every second, but it was D he kept his eyes on - D looking down at him from the ship, a slender pale shape that was soon lost into nothing -
He was falling -
He woke up screaming in the hospital. He didn't even have to ask - Leon looked at Jill, and kept looking at her until she dropped her eyes and picked up the battered suitcase.
He was falling -
Leon closed his eyes at night after popping a minimum of eight pills, and every night it was the same dream over and over again.
He was falling -
Leon had told D to leave him - he couldn't walk, he wasn't going to let D carry him and get himself killed - had told D he had no interest in dying with him, had turned his own joke back on him - D could fly, right? And Leon couldn't, and he was going to have D's death on his conscience. D had answered by throwing them both off that endless staircase.
They'd fallen together, LA changing from pinpricks to streaks of light as they dropped. Leon opened his mouth to scream, and the air dragged it away. The last thing he saw was D, calm and unruffled as ever, fingers twined with Leon's like he was promising never to let go.
He was falling -
D's hands were cold and shaking when he touched Leon's chest, and D pressed them against him as though to cover it. He was smiling, lips curling like they were talking about the latest case or what Chris had done during the day, voice just as calm. Leon heard what D was saying, but he wasn't listening - he'd been staring at the single tear sliding down D's cheek, bringing his arms up to - to do something -
And D had pushed him off the ship.
He was falling -
The world was spread out below him, getting bigger every second, but it was D he kept his eyes on - D looking down at him from the ship, a slender pale shape that was soon lost into nothing -
He was falling -
He woke up screaming in the hospital. He didn't even have to ask - Leon looked at Jill, and kept looking at her until she dropped her eyes and picked up the battered suitcase.
He was falling -
Leon closed his eyes at night after popping a minimum of eight pills, and every night it was the same dream over and over again.
He was falling -
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