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Gale watched her, smiling softly. |
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Kayla slept until morning, waking up with a headache. "Um...this may be a more sore subject right now, but, uh....W-when do you wanna try for another kid?" She asked hesitantly |
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Gale stilled at the mention, swallowing hard. "Later, once we're both not so touchy on the subject." He explaiend flatly, getting the thousand yard stare. |
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She nodded, regretting bringing it up |
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All the memories that could've happened flooded his mind again, his eyes stinging once more. |
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Kayla stood, grabbing a dagger and angrily throwing it at a tree. It sunk in, deep, just like the one that felt lodged in her heart. She felt tears in her eyes but just kept throwing them until she ran out, retrieved them, and repeated |
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Gale watched his soon to be wife, seeing her take out her anger on anything besides herself. He looked down at the cuts on his arms, sighing and shaking his head lightly. -Another damn example of what not to do, always the worst example- His mind murmured, the man slipping his eyes shut. |
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Kayla held a dagger in her hand, staring at it, contemplating..thinking...wondering. She turned it over in her hand, letting her mind take th lead on what it would be like without her here. She sighed, throwing it twice as hard at the tree |
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