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He grips her wrist as his cries persist, the veritable dam of emotions having broken. Although he hasn’t been successful holding himself together thus far, he feels as though his pent up despair has finally gotten the better of him. Once his breathing is under control, he wipes the tears from his cheeks and takes Ally’s hand in his.

He pulls her slowly around to sit in his lap and rests his head against her shoulder. “I don’t know what to do anymore. This shouldn’t even be happening and I don’t know that we’ll ever be okay again.” His voice is broken and cracked as remnants of tears from his bleary eyes continue to slide down his cheeks. “I feel so much hatred for the men who did this.”

       Once she’d taken his guidance around to sit in his lap, Ally looks down at him and brings a hand up to lightly card her fingers through his hair. “I know, I’m right there with you.” She says, her eyes dropping slightly as she thinks back to the two men that had caused all of this. “I have never hated any two people more in my entire life. And I hope they rot.” 

The strong words didn’t come as a surprise. Beyond all of the grief and the never ending tears, she felt a rage burning deep within her being, and with each passing hour that feeling became more prominent. “For now, I guess we can either call the funeral home or go up there. I’m not sure how any of this works, didn’t ever want to know either if I’m being completely honest.”