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"You can," He assured quietly, still sniffling a little as he cut off the remaining thread. |
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Shaking, she tried to sit up |
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Gale helped, supporting her best he could. |
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She had tears still streaking down her face as her expression was one of silent agony. "He...we...I'm so s-sorry, Gale....It's my fault..." She sobbed |
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"No, it's not." He murmured in her ear, holding her tight against his chest. |
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"Y-yes it is....You don't have the s-son you w-wanted and it's because of...me..." She sobbed |
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Gale bit his tounge, eyes stinging again at the thought of his lost son. "I-It's not your fault," He stuttered, forcing himself to suck in big breaths again. |
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"I f-failed you, Gale....I'm sorry..." She said, voice breaking with pain |
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"Don't say that," He murmured, voice cracking. |
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She hated herself for putting him through this. She wanted to die. She wanted to leave. She wanted him happy. She wanted to bring their son back and make Gale's dream a reality. But Death was an unforgiving soul who took and never gave |
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