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Preston closed his heart to all emotion, forcing his tears to cease. He silently began to dig a grave for his wife, using his bare hands.Jaiquill almost hurled in sorrow and grief, falling to her knees beside Carter's body. She reached out a shaking hand, and wound her fingers through his, and for a mere moment, just a moment, she felt him lightly, barely detectable, squeeze her hand gently. She looked at his face, but his breathing ceased. He'd obviously been alive when she took his hand, but now he was stone cold, gone and dead. She let out a wail of pain and hurt. She stood up, walked to the bank and thought about commiting suicide, but obviously thought better. Jaiquill turned away from his body, quivering, two hands linked over her heart. This gothic, rock hard, die hard rebel rocker, was lightly crying, for the first time in years. "God, kill me now. If you're going to do it... do it now..." She whispered.
After he buried his wife, Preston disappeared into the woods. He slammed his fists into trees, trying not cry again. His deep blue eyes were cold and full of pain, and he fought back every emotion.
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