stillsmallvoice

"I'm not sure there is anything to talk about," Mary Margaret admitted, shaking her head. Even as with her arms still crossed, her hands covered over her elbows, holding tighter. "It was the smartest choice to make. To take myself out of the picture, so he can focus on what is important in his life."

Each word feels as sharp as glass. But they are true, they have to be, so she keeps saying them. "Finding his memories from before the coma, and working on his life with Kathryn."

Instead of anything -- everything -- else.