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"Caden, no, stop. It's okay to break down sometimes, babe. I've done it multiple times in front of you and you've always helped me and now it's my turn to do the same. Come here and just breathe, I'll be here for you" |
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"No it's fine, i'm just tired is all." He covered, her words making it somewhat worse. |
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"Not really," He answered quickly, breathing picking up pace again. |
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She nodded, turned and went to sit on the bed |
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Caden remain there for a moment longer, standing and walking downstairs. |
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She watched him, giving him space even though she yearned his touch |
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He went and poured a glass of whiskey, hand shaking as he tipped the glass to his lips and took a sip, the liquid burning down his throat before settling warm in his chest. |
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She sat on the bed, thinking over what she could have done to help him. She was cold, taking one of Caden's sweatshirts |
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Caden refilled his glass numerous times, eventually blacking out with the bottle still in hand. |
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Afternoon Showers, Sleet Possible
