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I didn’t know what to say, didn’t know what to fucking
do, so I just held her. I was never good with words of
condolences, never had anyone to comfort until Lila.
For fuck’s sake, the moment a girl started shedding a
few tears, I’d be running the other way as far as I could go.
Girls and tears were the one thing I didn’t do, nope… never.
Until Lila.
Life had broken her.
Just as it had broken me.
Maybe it was why we found each other.
Call it fate, kismet… or maybe it was God’s doing…
Lila was meant to hold my broken pieces together; just
as I was meant to hold the shattered pieces of hers.
No, she didn’t fix me, and I didn’t fix her. We just… held
each other; it was that simple.
“I got you,” I said softly against her temple.
She trembled in my embrace. “They didn’t deserve… to
die. They didn’t!”
I murmured soothing words to her as she wailed her
agony. “Why did they… die… and why… me… why am I…
here? I want… to go… to my mom and my… dad. I don’t…
want to be here. I don’t!”
I’m sorry, so so sorry, baby girl.
The pain flowing from Lila was as palpable as the frigid
wind around us. Such agony and such a lonely, broken soul.
More time went by, and eventually, her sobbing turned
into hiccups and quiet sniffles. Lila was still on my lap, face
still tucked into the crook of my neck and her fingers still
clutching my shirt as if her life depended on it.
I brushed her hair out of her face, my thumb rubbing
over the trail of her tears. “I got you.”
She hugged me tighter.
“Can I meet your parents?” I asked.
Lila gave me the tiniest nod. She stumbled out of my lap
and stood up on shaky legs. I did, too, trying to ignore the
tingles prickling through my legs after sitting in the same