Kindred Soul

When he woke up this morning, he knew it was going to be a shit-kicker of a day. Some days had blaring neon and hangovers written on 'em, others had invisible targets you couldn't see til it was too late.

"You should go."

She had beautiful brown eyes. He wanted to be able to laugh at the ridiculous granny floral she wore. Take her out for a drink, tease her, watch her stutter and blush. He knew, somehow, in some other life, she wouldn't take his bullshit for long, give it right back to him.

She reached up to her neck and took off the golden chain, the crucifix twinkling.

"Thank you, for staying."

He didn't always believe in God. But for that smile, terrified and sweet, he offered up a desperate prayer for a kindred soul.

Eddie rose and grasped her hand, taking the necklace. He pressed a kiss to her forehead.

"God be with you, Faye."

He squeezed her hand one last time, drank in her smile, and walked away.

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