Another Chance
It was a truth he’d been carrying, like it had been sitting on his tongue for days.
I didn’t know what to say back, so I looked away. The sunlight was threading through the trees now, soft and gold. It touched Josh’s face, and I watched him stir, eyes blinking open slowly, unfocused at first, then finding mine.
“Morning,” he croaked, voice rough but alive.
“Morning,” I said.
He smiled weakly. “Still breathing, apparently.”
Mark stood, slinging his rifle over his shoulder. “That’s debatable.”
Josh chuckled, though it turned into a cough halfway through. “You should write motivational speeches.”
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