Weaver of Shadows
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By letting me stop your pain.
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So I can help you.
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Let me take it. Please.
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Then I’ll take it. I’ll take it all.
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But I know you’re doing it because of me, and why you think you need to do it, and so I hate myself more.
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You were trying to help. It did help…but you being hurt made it hurt more. The help wasn’t worth what happened to you.
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You have nothing to be sorry for.
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I do. He shielded his thoughts from her. That’s the only reason I’m here.
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He turned back to her and embraced her, holding her tight. They should.
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I’m different. He looked towards her. Do you need me?
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Why not?
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He did, then looked away again.
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He sat, not looking at her.
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No. You’ve never hurt me. You’re perfect. I hurt myself. Like I deserve.
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No, I was already hurt.
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You’re in pain. I wanted to fix it.
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Just a memory. You with your mother. He hung his head in shame.
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Sorry. I shouldn’t have.
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Hesitantly, he hugged her back. I found pain, both of its. And joy, happiness, and love, but not mine.
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I…I wanted to help you.
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He looked over again, both desperately needing her but not wanting her to see him.
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He slams the chest closed. He shouldn’t be there. He shouldn’t be anywhere. He steps away from the box, then turns and begins running, not caring where.
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He opens the chest slowly.
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He stepped towards it, touching the lid.
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He stumbles towards it. It’s not worth it. Nothing is.
