old flames that never should have been burned out (гет)

“Does any of it even matter anyway? We might not even make it to college now. We might not make it to next week. Shouldn’t we spend whatever time we have left together?”
He placed both hands on her arms, grasping her elbows gently in his palms. Once upon a time, it would have been a sign of comfort. Now…
Now, the thought of spending whatever time she had left with Jonathan just filled Nancy with an empty sorrow and a longing for something else, for someone else who could understand everything she’d been through since the latest catastrophe had struck her life.
And that someone wasn’t Jonathan.