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her gaze was intense, and I couldn't look away, “I can feel someone else’s pain, and share it, so theirs is lessened.” “So what are you getting at?” “I was trying to tell you this back in your room, but you were too focused on crushing my windpipes.” I visibly winced at that, feeling guilt surge through me. She went on, “I can help you. But only if you let me.” I didn't know how to feel about what she just told me. The thought of sharing emotions was strange and didn’t make any sense to me. I wouldn't have agreed to it, but one look in those eager amber eyes of hers made me fold.

she said, making me smile uncomfortably. "What about me?" I asked her nervously. "Come on; you cannot hide it from me. It was everywhere on the news." She gently held my hand and looked straight ahead to avoid making me uncomfortable. "Oh!" I sighed. "You want to know what happened that night?" I felt really hurt just at the memory of that night. "If only you are okay with it," she said, giving me a moment to collect my thoughts. "Sometimes, we just need to get these feelings out of our chest. Keeping them inside only makes us think we have moved on when the reality is very bitter. We need someone to share them with. You can share it with me." Her words compelled me to give up.

she whispered, "whenever your pride is no longer louder than your pain." I hissed and turned my back on her before she could finish, but the next words that came out of her mouth froze me. "Oh...uhm Kevin," she said gently. "I know who the second highest shareholder is." My heart missed a beat. She didn't allow the words to sink in before leaving; she just walked away.

she went towards the island, taking her cup of coffee. "I'm not like him. I can't lie, I like being dominant in bed," she smiled, "but I'm not a sadist and will certainly not hurt you. Physically nor emotionally. However, I don't like sharing," she turned around, walking towards the stove, "I don't forbid you from talking to other males, but flirting is not acceptable by me," she nodded.

She nodded, satisfied, and sat with it for a moment longer. "I'm going to tell both daddies the same things I've told you," she said finally. "Not because I need to, but because I've noticed that the things I keep to one person tend to stay smaller than the things I share with all three of you." "That's very wise," I said. "I've been paying attention," she said simply, and leaned against my shoulder with the easy, unselfconscious affection that had never, in twelve years, given any indication of diminishing with age.

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"I'm not good at sharing things, especially the things that hurt." Her pain wounded him, but he knew that sharing these secret parts of herself would only help to connect them. I want to connect with her, at any cost. He wondered how it had been for his friends when they'd fallen for their wives. Had it been this frightening? This exciting? To bare their souls like this, not knowing if their dreams would somehow be dashed?

All of them. I didn’t imagine she’d keep them hidden. No, she’d share them—pass them around like party favors, laughing with her new friends as they watched me fall apart.

she offered, jokingly. Scott smiled but didn’t look at her. “Thank you. Maybe one day I’ll be ready to share that again with someone else.” “Again?” she asked, curiously. “Hmm, I’ve only shared this with Brian. He basically knows everything about my life.” “I’m happy to know you have someone you can trust,” she said, truthfully. “It's not good to keep things inside. They always come out to haunt us when we’re least expecting.” Scott looked at her again, now curiosity taking over his eyes.

It was not quite anger, not quite humiliation, but a state that was far worse than either one individually. She'd been blindsided before. She knew the feeling intimately-the sudden disappearance of the ground you thought was solid beneath you. This was that, except this time there was an audience, an audience already sharing. She checked the share count. The article had been posted two hours ago. Forty-seven thousand shares. She put the phone face down on the counter. Picked it back up. Forty-eight thousand shares. She put it face down on the counter again and left it there. ---