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He wished he had cut deeper. The cuts on the inside of his wrists were the lightest, wouldn't do anything---which is why he regretted it. It could've been simple, dig the blade in and he'd be gone. No more aches. No more pain. No more people hunting his name. |
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Kayla's arms felt like jelly by the time she walked back to Gale. She sighed, dropping the weapons on the ground and sitting in front of him. She lay back onto him, interlacing their fingers |
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Gale smiled softly, squeezing her hand and holding it tight. |
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"I love you" She said, kissing his arm beside the wrist cuts |
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"I love you too," He murmured automatically, though the words were empty. Was he falling out of love with her? |
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Bro don't do that to meee) Kayla slowly fell asleep against him, clutching his hand like it was her only lifeline. And in reality, it was the only thing keeping her here |
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(>:D) Gale looked down at her, scowling a little. She'd been with him through thick and thin, though she was really a pawn in his game. He stole Kayla so he could sell her and get big money, but he never did---was too weak at the time. Afterwards he dropped the thought, figuring he never would. Boy, it'd be useful now. |
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The money was sounding great, could go to town and flex his money until he got a woman who could actually keep a baby alive. Maybe he'd do it. |
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My jaw dropped bro. That was a low blow) Kayla slept |
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Crisp, Clear, and Cool
