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Stumbling along. Her feet hurt. Her legs, arms, head - her entire body felt as heavy as her heart. How had it all happened? How had things progressed so quickly. One minute they had been together, laughing and joking around. The next...he was gone.
He wasn't the first to leave, though. No, there had been many others before him. But him...he was the first one that she had expected to stay. The first one in years, at least. Many of those who had left before him, had left because she was pushing them away. She expected them to leave, and so she prepared herself for it. If they showed no signs of leaving, she would act irrationally and push them away. It was safer that way, to keep her walls up and not let anyone in for too long. But she had let him in. She had expected him to stay.
He hadn't.
Who had been the first to leave?
Jesse?
Mike?
No. The first one had left long before. It was someone that she had never expected to leave, and someone that she honestly couldn't blame. After all, he hadn't wanted to leave.
It wasn't his fault that he had died.
He wasn't the first to leave, though. No, there had been many others before him. But him...he was the first one that she had expected to stay. The first one in years, at least. Many of those who had left before him, had left because she was pushing them away. She expected them to leave, and so she prepared herself for it. If they showed no signs of leaving, she would act irrationally and push them away. It was safer that way, to keep her walls up and not let anyone in for too long. But she had let him in. She had expected him to stay.
He hadn't.
Who had been the first to leave?
Jesse?
Mike?
No. The first one had left long before. It was someone that she had never expected to leave, and someone that she honestly couldn't blame. After all, he hadn't wanted to leave.
It wasn't his fault that he had died.