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She had the best laugh. It was so full of life and heart and sincerity. When Claire laughed, it wasn’t false or pushed on, it was authentic and real.
Their moral compasses were aimed in the same direction, and their hearts were set on each other. The trust they had in each other was faultless, and I imagined them many years into the future with a house in the countryside, similar to this one, with a pack of dogs roaming through the house and a bunch of children to nurture.
Kissing him felt like I had suddenly remembered the answer to a question that had been tormenting me for hours.
“The right people will listen, and they’ll believe.”
“And by trusting that the boy beneath the broken can find his way out of the darkness. It’s not easy. It hurts like hell, and you’ll want to run for the hills at times. And he’ll push away to the point where you doubt your own sanity. But your ability to love him through it is what will make the difference. Because, at the end of the day, that’s all we can do, babe.” She sighed heavily. “Love these boys with our whole hearts, and hope and pray that they’ll pick themselves back up and show us that they’re worth the pain. That they’re worth fighting for.”
“I don’t think he knows how to hate, Claire.” He sighed again. “He’s been given so many reasons to hate the world, but it’s just not in his nature.”