Oh, The Places You'll Go



He was so close, all Dan had to do was reach across the desk and touch his arm, but it couldn't happen. Not now.

The words that had slithered out of his ungoverned mouth had burned through the solid wood between them, burned down through the floor, opening a huge, gaping wound of a canyon. Impassable.

Dan knew that it didn't matter now whether he was three feet, three thousand miles or three inches from Casey, the canyon would be as wide and no words that he could utter could fill it up again.

Divided. Detached. Parted. Separated. Alienated.


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