Seeing Vinny gave Derek a powerful shock of feeling--sadness, because he very clearly remembered Marlene's death and the effect it had had on his best friend. But also happiness, which troubled him greatly, because it shouldn't have sounded appeasing to him, that there was someone out there who seemed to have lived through the exact same ordeal he was just barely surviving. And yet here was this man, sitting in front of him, and alive, and Derek just didn't know how he had gotten there.
"I--I don't know," Derek sighed, closing his eyes. "I just--how did you get the strength to just up and move? I feel like I'm rooted here--like, continually drawn to whatever vestiges of her I can find. Trying to--to hold on longer."
The way he was talking about her was if months and months had passed. She'd only been gone from him for--what was it? A few weeks? It couldn't have been so longer. And here he was, treating her memory so caustically. His fingers trembled against the wood softly as he tried to contain the tremors that were seeping back to him. It had seemed like such a long time since he shook with the force of trying to keep something at bay, though it couldn't have been longer than just yesterday.
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