[There's silence as he stands there, at the top of the porch and looking down at her. His steps down to her level are slow, the wood creaking slightly under his shoes.
He stands in front of her quietly. He could say something, but it would frankly sound out of place. But before the silence can stretch on...]
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[There's silence as he stands there, at the top of the porch and looking down at her. His steps down to her level are slow, the wood creaking slightly under his shoes.
He stands in front of her quietly. He could say something, but it would frankly sound out of place. But before the silence can stretch on...]
My condolences.