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Kayla got up and walked to him, mustering up the courage to take his hand and tug him to the bed. She sat down and patted the spot silently beside her, asking him to be with her |
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Gale hesitated for a second, shaking his head lightly before standing and laying beside her. |
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Kayla laid down beside him, curling into his arms gently and sighing tiredly |
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Gale wrapped his arms around her hesitantly, close as they had been all those days ago. |
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Kayla felt one tear roll down her face, then another, then another. SHe stayed silent, her shoulders slightly moving as she kept the sobs at bay- barely |
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"You okay?" He asked tiredly, sitting up. |
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Kyala didn't respond for a while, trying to control her pained expression and failing. "I'm fine." She said. She'd used that line so many times recently to keep the eyes off of herself in order to stay safe...and not hit |
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"No, you're not. Because you used to use it so often then you'd be pissed all day," He reminded her, putting a hand on her arm. |
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"I don't think....I can ever forget...how he treated me...." She said, not needing to use the prince's name |
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"Just know i'll never treat you like that, once I feel more how I was when we were together, if I must, i'll kill him myself." Gale promised, snaking his arm to around her waist. |
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Afternoon Showers, Sleet Possible
