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Larry pulls Ally into a tight embrace, detaching her and himself from their son. He sobs into her hair and keeps his grip on her as tight as possible. Had his family not been through enough? Had they not been to hell and back on countless occasions? And now their son is ripped away from them with such a finality that Larry can hardly breathe.

His eyes are shut as he buries his face into his wife, refusing to see the lifeless body of his oldest boy. His innocent, smart, funny, loving son. He has truly never felt this pain before and he never wants to feel it again. It threatens to tear him to shreds, consuming him and everything around him. The only thing keeping him upright is the quaking body of his distraught wife.

       Her fingers curl around Larry’s shirt as she continues to sob into his chest, her head shaking. While sure, she’d known what they were here for, it hadn’t actually sunk in until that moment. Julian was dead. He was gone, and he wasn’t coming back. This wasn’t a situation where he was clinging on to life, and there would be no miraculous recoveries. “It’s not fair!” She exclaims, her face still buried into her husbands chest.

A few minutes passed, her cries gradually winding down as she feels her entire body ache with unbelievable sorrow. She felt as if she couldn’t breathe, the air seemed to not full her lungs quickly enough, and the room spun violently. “I    can’t… I can’t.” She gasps, eyes clenching tight.