[ Like breaking through a window. There is that first hard impact, that crunch of a hit, and then a free-fall full of little slivers, shards and the cuts they leave behind.
His grip on Charles slackens, and he breathes. He sits back on his heels, kneeling. He wipes liquid from around his eyes and stares at the wet streaks on his hands in disgust. ]
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His grip on Charles slackens, and he breathes. He sits back on his heels, kneeling. He wipes liquid from around his eyes and stares at the wet streaks on his hands in disgust. ]