"If you'd held on a little longer," he said, his voice cracking, "you’d have had more reasons to be proud".
The phone was always in Leo’s hand, yet he was never truly on it. He was a man of "soon," a man of "next time," always in a rush toward a horizon that never arrived. He promised he’d see her—maybe a year ago, now that he thought about it—but time, he realized too late, was a thief that didn't wait for excuses. AVAY – SO
Leo looked at his reflection in the window, seeing a man who hadn't been everything she hoped for. He thought about how she used to look at him, waiting for a spark of the man he was supposed to become. "If you'd held on a little longer," he