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Nathan Croft - "I was just trying to help..." he says, voice barely above a whisper. "I hate that I always have to be the strong one..." |
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Dakota nodded, trying to think how to explain it..... "When I get....sad or feel vulnerable, those feelings slowly turn into anger and me feeling like I need to get defensive rather than accpet help. I've just adapted to that since living with my mother. You did nothing wrong, the exact opposite even." |
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Nathan Croft - Nate didn't reply to that one. He wasn't looking for an explanation, he was looking for comfort. "I know you think that my childhood was perfect and all, but you're not the only one with family issues," |
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Dakota thought that over for a moment. "What do you mean?" She asked softly, taking his hand and laying her head on his shoulder |
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Nathan Croft - Nate sighed, not meeting her eyes. "When I was 15... I watched my brother shoot himself," |
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Dakota didn't speak, wrapping her arms around him. "I'm sorry" |
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Nathan Croft - Nate stayed still and silent, just empty. He'd learned to live with that grief a long time ago. |
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Dakota stayed where she was, trying to provide comfort |
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Nathan Croft - Nate eventually leaned into her, closing his eyes, a single tear drop escaping him. ( Tysm for the filly btw ) |
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ofc <3) Dakota stayed there, wiping away his tear |
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Evening Thunderstorms, Hail Possible
