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Nathan Croft - Nate nodded, although he still felt like it was his fault. |
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"If i'm not allowed to think negatively, then you can't either" She stated, kissing him gently |
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Nathan Croft - Nate forced a smile to his face, but he still blamed himself. |
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"Knock it off" She demanded, her face serious |
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Nathan Croft - Nate looked down like he was a child being scolded. "Sorry..." he muttered, drawing away from her a bit. All he wanted to do was make her happy, and it seemed he couldn't do anything right. |
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Dakota sighed and sat up slowly, her leg not hurting as much as the day before. She sighed, now ashamed she'd snapped at him. "I'm sorry" She murmured |
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Nathan Croft - Nate gulped. "No, you're right. I'm just upsetting you," he muttered, getting up and going to the bathroom, locking the door behind him. He just stood in there, staring at his feet. If he was upsetting her, the way to solve that problem is to remove himself for a bit. |
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Dakota groaned. "Nate, that's not fair! I can't walk all the way over there!" She complained, standing anyway with a wince. She limped over to the bathroom and slumped against the wall beside the door. |
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Nathan Croft - Nate peeked out from the bathroom. "You shouldn't be walking," he muttered, picking her up, carrying her back to the bed, and laying her down again. He then turned back to leave again, removing the thing that was upsetting her. |
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Dakota caught his arm. "Don't do that to me." She complained, pulling him. "If you keep walking away, i'll keep getting up" |
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