He took a deep breath and let it out through his mouth. “Please, please don’t do this, Lucas, please don’t treat me like I’m a child. His eyes were red and glossy when he left his office and walked into the kitchen. My dad took my mom up to their bedroom after talking to Lucas privately. Next thing I knew we were home and all of it was one big blur of emptiness and sorrow. I don’t know how long we stayed like that. “Shhh… you’re the strongest person I know.” I swear I can’t do this,” I bawled so low I didn’t think he could hear me. He was trying to be strong for me, for all of us. I’m here,” he whispered into my ear, his tone composed and collected, which only made me cry harder. Lucas put his arms around me and hugged me so tight to the point of pain. I didn’t want to break their intimate moment. The way she did when I was a child¸ and that’s when I lost my shit. She soothed him by rubbing his hair and softly humming. Wanting to curse God for what he was doing to us. The sounds of despair that came out of my father’s mouth, a man I had never seen cry before, made me almost fall to my knees right then and there. This was probably one of their last and the realization killed me. We wouldn’t get to see any more moments like that. It was such an intimate moment shared between them that me and Lucas felt like we were intruders. Neither one of them spoke as he placed kisses all over her face. He held her face in his hands, resting his forehead on hers. Her face becoming hazy as tears formed in my eyes.
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