George stood, hands tucked in his pockets, staring at the outstretched hand before him, motionless.
Following a short moment, he eventually extended his hand to clasp the other’s.
***
On the journey home, Isabelle rested her elbow on the car’s window ledge, supporting her head with a single hand while she glanced at her phone screen, entirely unaware of the reduced air pressure within the vehicle. Only the desire to end a life mattered to her.
George glimpsed her phone screen and observed her unwavering focus on Josh’s phone number, intensifying the already sinking pressure.
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