I muttered desolately when Sarah arrived home later that evening. She dropped the grocery bags she was carrying and sighed heavily – knowingly. “I don’t know what to do.” “You can’t do anything, honey. Neither of us can. Dexter is the only one that can help himself now.” Sarah joined me on the couch. She leaned back and held her arm out for me to fall into. So I did. I leaned into her chest and sobbed violently into her caramel mac. It was a strange feeling. Comforting. Motherly? I wouldn’t really know. Nevertheless it felt like I belonged there and so I let her hold me until the tears stopped wracking through my body. When I finally pulled free, leaving damp splodges all over the front of Sarah’s coat, she stroked my hair. “Nobody would blame you for leaving you know,” she whispered without a trace of judgement in her sweet voice. “But I love him,” I declared – my timid voice cracking. “I miss him.” I miss him so badly. I see him everyday but he’s so far away from me it makes my heart throb brutally against the weakening walls of my chest.
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