WIP Snippet 2 - FTWS
Saul’s heart beat in his throat as he glanced at Ben and then reached out to touch the ghostly fingers. He had to consciously keep himself from feeling back when he felt how deathly cold she was, cold and lifeless.
Though his initial reaction was to pull away, Saul’s hand closed around hers. He wanted her as close to him as possible for as long as possible. It felt absurd, but he also felt that perhaps he could escape the inevitable. He hadn’t seen her expressionless face, her unmoving chest, felt no heartbeat. Maybe, just maybe, if he held her hand, he wouldn’t have to know she was truly gone. Maybe she wouldn’t be.
He held it as Ben’s eyes began to glow again, the soil continuing its movement. More of the blue jacket sleeve was revealed, up to the shoulder, then the beginnings of the jacket’s left lapel.
Saul wasn’t sure if he would ever draw a full breath again. He certainly couldn’t swallow around the lump of emotion in his throat and the erratic heartbeat that pounded around it. He let go of the hand, needing to move, do something, anything. He couldn’t just watch. His fingers dug into the ground where her chest would be. His digging was both frenzied and restrained, gentle but desperate. He didn’t want to hurt her, or jostle her, but he needed to get her free. He needed to hold her.
