larrysexypaul

Larry’s hold on his wife never faulters and as his brother grasps his shoulder, he feels another wave of tears threaten to overwhelm him. Pushing it back, he follows his brother to the elevator and climbs on, still holding onto Ally tightly. They would need each other. That can’t afford to fall back into their same habits of distance and sadness. He would never make it.

Once the reach the floor, a burst of cold rushes past him. And why wouldn’t it? The morgue is a cold and distant place and no parent should be forced to visit under any circumstances. He takes the first step after Rob, giving Ally a reassuring squeeze as they walk through the pale hallways toward what would inevitably be the final blow to their evening.

       Ally pauses, the cold air signifying that they’d indeed made it to the one place she never wanted to have go it. Or at least, now while SHE was still living. The morgue. Her breath catches as she feels a fresh round of tears begin to build around the brim of her eyes. After a fraction of a seconds delay, she takes her first step, then focuses on keeping it going so that Larry wouldn’t have to practically drag her along with him. 

“I don’t think I can do this…” she whispers, mostly to herself, though in the cold and silent hallway; her words were just loud enough to cause Rob to stop at the door. He turns to face them, his eyes resting on her, sympathy resting within their dark hues. The doctor said nothing, knowing that anything he said wouldn’t make any of this any easier, nor would it change the fact that they shouldn’t be having to come down to the morgue in the first place.