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That night, at supper, she was still jumpy. She just poked at her food. |
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Dylan Montgomery - Dylan sat beside her, holding her hand underneath the table, occasionally glancing at her to make sure she was okay. |
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"Excuse me." She stated, heading to the bathroom. |
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Dylan Montgomery - Dylan let go of her hand as she got up to go. He watched as she left, until she was out of sight. He sighed and looked back down at his food, hoping she was okay. |
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She sat on the floor, and broke down slightly. She sobbed quietly, hoping to not be found. |
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Dylan Montgomery - Dylan cleared his plate and hers about 10 minutes later. He started to get worried so he went down to the bathroom and knocked on the door lightly. "Babe? Can I come in?" he asked softly. |
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She quickly wiped her face, and splashed water onto her face. "Yeah, go ahead." She stated. |
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Dylan Montgomery - Dylan entered slowly. He could tell she'd been crying by her bloodshot eyes. He took a towel and gently dried her face off. "Whats going on, love? You know you can talk to me," |
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"Nothin', just... bad memories comin' back." She frowned. "Memories I tried to bury." |
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Dylan put the towel down on the counter once her face was dry. He put a gentle hand on her cheek, cupping her face. "I know baby. You know you can talk to me whenever you need to, right?" |
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