River sighed. "I actually don`t know now. It was probably something about that new cabin or tomorrow." She hesitated, not sure if she could continue.Xylo argued “No. I turned my back on you. When you wanted to say something. You bit your tongue and started bleeding. I’m not stupid.” He continued in a soft tone “What did you want to tell me?”, sitting on a rock across from her, ready to listen to whatever she needed to say. She needed someone to lean upon. He had never had anyone and he knew how wretched it felt. A feeling of desolation that never seemed to leave was the best way he could describe it.
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