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Kayla woke the next morning, her body aching but manageable. She sat up, stifling a wince |
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"Morning," Gale greeted quietly, eyes droopy. |
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"Morning. You should rest. And thanks...for taking care of me last night" |
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"Can you move alright?" He asks, taking up her offer. |
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Kayla nodded, a lie, "I'm fine. Rest" |
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Gale nodded, resting up against a tree before drifting off. |
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Kayla stayed beside him, tipping her head against the tree and silently crying. She had so much pent-up depression creeping onto her the past few days |
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Gale slept for only a few hours, his sleep mainly nightmares before awaking to his mind unraveling. |
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"Hey, you okay?" She said, looking at his expression |
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"I'm fine." He said roughly, voice riddled with sleep. |
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Nighttime Thunderstorms with Hail
