[ Murphy sniffs up the tears that had settled just below his nose and uses his sleeve to dry up what is still left.
In Murphy's dream, they are still in his room. A wall had vanished and opened itself up to a vast forest. If they'd stop and listen, birds are singing in the distance. Frogs croaking, crickets chirping. But Murphy's attention doesn't bleed outside of them, outside of Ronan. He looks up, scoots himself so he's able to look at Ronan in his eyes, they're so big and blue. ] There's a whole lot I never had.
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In Murphy's dream, they are still in his room. A wall had vanished and opened itself up to a vast forest. If they'd stop and listen, birds are singing in the distance. Frogs croaking, crickets chirping. But Murphy's attention doesn't bleed outside of them, outside of Ronan. He looks up, scoots himself so he's able to look at Ronan in his eyes, they're so big and blue. ] There's a whole lot I never had.