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Minutes probably turned into hours as I sat with her.
She cried until I thought there would be no tears left, but
she still cried. She didn’t speak again and neither did I. Lila
needed to grieve in silence, but I’d be there with her. I was
staying, and I’d fight any motherfucker who’d try to make
me leave.
Each sob that racked through her body wrecked my
stupid heart even more. A whimper escaped her, a tortured
sound, and she gripped my hand harder, her nails digging
into my skin. Her other hand came up, and she clutched
her chest, a broken sob slipping past her lips. Her whole
body was shaking, whether it was from the cold or the
force of her tears, I didn’t know.
The sound of her struggling to breathe through her
crying decimated me.
“It… hurts,” she whimpered. “It… hurts… so much,
Maddox.”
Her breathing was ragged, gasping, and her body
slumped forward as if all the strength had left her body.
She shouldn’t be able affect me so strongly, but wild
emotions swirled inside me as I breathed in her pain and
suffering.
Watching the Lila I knew, the strong and confident Lila,
break apart like this…
There was a phantom ache in my chest, like an invisible
knife digging and twisting viciously into my flesh – the pain
becoming unbearable.
I grabbed her before she could slide off the bench, her
body weak in her grief. Our knees dug into the damp mud,
but I didn’t care as I pulled her into my arms. She was half
sitting on my lap, her face buried in my neck as her tears
soaked through my shirt and against my skin.
“Why doesn’t it… stop? Why? Why? Why!?” She wailed.
Her tiny fist clenched around my shirt. “It hurts… even
more. Every time… every year. The… pain… just never
goes… away.”