*shudders the moment he loses contact with you, his arms slowly falling to his sides, useless*
*swallows hard and stares at you with pinched eyes (you're leaving and I'm going to die)* *instantly feels sick, because surely he wasn't only holding onto you for insurance?*
*forces himself to nod, his hand still twitching abortively toward yours* I do. (He's going to kill me.) I love you. (I'm so sorry.)