Date: 2021-12-19 09:05 pm (UTC)
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She strokes her hands down his back, it's instinctive to comfort him, she even mutters sweet things about how she's here.

"I know. I'm sorry too." That he wasn't able to save her, and what it ended up costing. She had traveled down the roads of dark thoughts that he had, she had even done the research, but she couldn't go through with it.
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Christine Palmer

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