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Kylie started slow crying. "Let me know if you would like to speak with a therapist or a grief counselor," she said before leaving.
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Max had stayed quiet, squeezing Kylie's hand once more. "I... I don't even know what to say at this point."
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Kylie didnt know what to do. What to say...
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"I... i'm sorry, I should've been there to protect you. I had a bad feeling and I regret not going, i'm really sorry.." He whispered, glancing up at her.
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Kylie just remained still, slowly crying. She didn't know what to do.. it wasn't his fault, but she couldn't muster the words to say anything.
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Weakly, she reached out to him. She just needed him.
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He cupped her face lightly, brushing his thumb across her cheek softly.
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Kylie continued to cry, she needed him.
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He pulled her into a hug, keeping her close.
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