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he held my gaze, and that sadness just poured into my soul. "You will have these memories from time to time and it's okay. If working helps to make you feel better, then I will give you all the space that you need. Just remember that I'm here for you. If you want to talk, no matter how young I am, I'm here."

Some people are familiar, but some are not. It was one of those nights where I wouldn't play with a band but alone with only a ukelele on my hand. I sometimes do this, whenever I feel sad or when I feel lonely, I will play a cute, happy song. Very far from what my heart is feeling. It was because I believe I shouldn't drown myself with sorrow. I can be bold whenever I want to be and explode whenever I want. I shouldn't always be a ticking time bomb. People would always neglect the things in front of them just because of their emotions, but it shouldn't be like that.

I whisper. I close my eyes and take a deep breath, hold for ten seconds, then release. I did this until my heart calmed ddown. I felt like I needed that. I needed to do that. It helped me cope I think. I hear a wooden squeak. I turn and see Soul standing on the frame of the door with such a pained expression. His eyes glistened with tears until they fell down silently. But they didn't hold sorrow, or loss, they held sadness and longing. "Are you okay Soul?"

I need to know how to help her and know if there are more people suffering in that pack. Rebel shifts in my lap and I try not to moan. The grinding is not helping my cock and I am trying to focus. I see her close her eyes and she sighs. When she opens her eyes I see resolve and sadness. It fucking guts me that she is sad. I am going to make it my mission that she never worry about being sad again a day in her life. “I’m not comfortable talking about these things, but I will try to answer questions you have.” She says it like she is bracing for something. What, I don’t know, but I am going to start with a basic but important question.

I don't want to panic but she's not moving "Oh uhm ma'am I'm so sorry," he says frowning, and a tear runs down my face. Sorry. Sorry is a word someone uses to tell you bad news and hearing 'sorry' from a medical person doesn't end well "What wh-" I start to ask what the hell is going on but Daniel's voice cuts me off. I don't even know what to do with myself. Tears are running down my face and I feel hopeless again. This was supposed to be a good day what the fuck is happening

warm and moving and alive. I cry. Not quietly. Not elegantly. Properly, with my hands pressed against my face and my shoulders doing the shaky thing, and Rhys holds me and says nothing because there is nothing to say after that that would improve anything. When I can speak, I say, "I do not have mine yet." "I know," he replies warmly. "I am not worried." "You are not worried," I say. "You will find exactly the right words," he replies. "You always do."

Right now work is his priority so I shouldn't have bothered him with small insignificant things. I wish I could have a friend over to cheer me up a little. Cole could make me smile right now. Lacey would give me one if her gentle hugs and threaten to key Master's car. Vincent wouldn't know how to cheer me up but he'd try his best, he's really adorable. I could use a hug from Marcus right now, he's comforting and knows how to make people feel better.

Sadness is something that they hug all time. Well, not all girls are like that however, eighty percent are similar this way which was why Kayle spoke this way. “Brother, it’s not like that…” embarrassed Mary packing her fist on her lap as her cheek turned pink. Kayle just chuckled. When silence fell, soon noises of children crying and shouting started bursting within the walls of the offices, “They are waking up now. After having their breakfast, the little toddlers fell asleep yet this is the time they wake up. That’s why you get to hear such noises.”

I gently touched my cheek. “I can’t believe people get scared of a pretty cute face like mine,” I whispered to myself, momentarily forgetting the previous night's drama, forgetting how I had physically shoved a terrified mistress back into my husband’s arms. “The only thing that brings me joy is me.” Knock. Knock. Knock. Three sharp, demanding raps shattered the quiet of the morning. My little smile faded instantly, wiped away by the tension tightening my shoulders.

Normally not an emotional person it was weird that he could make her cry so easily but she knew it was the guilt of forgetting that one small detail that changed the course of hers and his life. “Sweetheart, it is nothing to get upset over.” He said as he wrapped his good arm around her and pulled her closer to him. He could feel the sobs that racked her tiny body. He felt more guilty for saying something, and it felt like he had cut his own heart out when he realized she was crying. “Honey, don’t. Please don’t cry.” “Mack, I thought I lost you.” She said softly. “Now you’re here, and you thought it was you. That hurts.”