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"Just give it time, it'll fade....kind've." He muttered, following her out. |
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"It doesn't matter." She said quietly |
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"Whatever you say," He mumbles, eyeing a direction and seeing the way the first camp he was at with Lyssa was, Gale smirking and walking towards the road. |
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Kayla followed, dropping his hand |
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Gale turned his head and looked at her for a moment before continuing to look forward, seeing the camp in the distance. |
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Gale walked into the camp, the usual mixed chorus of welcomes following.He didn't even glance over, just put a hand up to silence them and continued to the his tent. |
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Kayla walked to the familiar tent, sitting on the ground where she used to. She took a shaky breath, the weight of the past few days hitting her like a freight train as she felt a tear roll down her cheek |
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He grabbed a old flask and headed out, walking for a mile or two before reaching the cliffs and sitting on the ledge as he used to.Gale didn't know why but he simply started sobbing, letting everything out. |
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Kayla watched him go, her pulling her knees to her chest and crying |
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