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"Not now." He says,turning to her.Gale's face and posture were framed with rage,his eyes were soft though. |
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Kayla nodded. " 'Kay" She said, turning and walking to her usual spot in the forest |
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Gale noticed the sun setting,him walking back to his tent and grabbing his bow.He started walking,going in the direction Lyssa had ran into. "Lyssa?" He called,no response,just silence.He sighed,continuing to walk deeper into the woods. "Lyssa?" He called again,skepticle.But then,he heard it.The sound of quiet crying,a croak of "Right here." He walked towards it,sitting next to her.Gale wrapped a arm around her,pulling her into him. "Our parents may be gone but,aslong as we're both here,im sure we'll survive." |
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Kayla picked up a stick and began picking the bark off of it in thought |
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Lyssa shurgged him off,standing and starting for the camp.They walked in silence,Lyssa muttering something. "Your a liar.And you know it.A dumb bastard who just lies through his teeth." She snapped,turning and facing him. "It's a disgrace to be your sister.A liars sister,as if that'll get me anywhere in life." Lyssa growled,pushing him back.Gale straightened,hands balled into fists. "No,im not lieing.He's 'missing in journey.' but we both know what that fucking means,he's dead.And that's final.Im not a bastard who lies,im one who says the truth but has to live with a sister who does'nt accept it!" He roared,face red and voice filled with rage.Lyssa backed down,heading into the camp. |
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Kayla heard yelling again, and looked around. When she didn't see who it was, she went back to mindlessly picking at the stick while thinking |
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Gale reached over and grabbed her by the shoulder,turning her to face me. "I don't who the fuck you think you are but all my life I have given everything i've had to you.My kills,my time,my will.Everything,has gone to you.And now you face me and call me a bastard.I should've let him kill you.You just take up time and resources." He growled,still furious as he walked into the tent. |
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Kayla heard Gale's angry words and stood, not wanting to be caught off-guard |
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Gale sat down on his cot,clutching a flask so hard his knuckles were white.He took a swig,the liquor burning down his thorat as he did. |
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Kayla wanted to go to Gale, but remembered he'd basically told her to go away earlier. |
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