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Jay and Scout
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Jay
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Sep 21, 2014 11:02AM
He frowned and sighed, pushing her the the truck,
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She hung her head low, silently crying.
He clenched his teeth and helped her stand and helped her into the seat,
She sat down and ran her hands down her face.
He wiped one of her tears and took her hand gently,
She held his hand tightly. "I'm sorry..."
He shook his head, "Don't apologize, I know what your going through," he said softly,
"I don't know what to do, jake." She cried harder.
He hugged her tightly, "Never give up hope," he said softly, "That's all I could do,"
"I don't know how to plan a funeral. "
"I help," he said softly and kissed her forehead softly,
He nodded and threw the wheelchair in the backseat, slightly agitated,
He shook his head, "Nothing," he said and shut the door, then walked around to the drivers seat,
He sighs, "Nothing is wrong." He stated, more agitated now as he pulls out,
She sighed and starred out the window.
He shook his head, "It's nothing," he said softly looking over at her with a longing sigh
His eyebrows shot up, "Sarah? Are you okay?" He asked concerned,
"Sarah?" He asked softly, pulling over and looked into her eyes worriedly,
She looked away, not wanting to look into his eyes.
He frowned, "That's what's wrong." He complained.
"Your pushing me away," he said softly, "I understand what your going through, but it still hurts," he said softly looking out the window,
"I'm not pushing you away, I swear. I'm just shaken up....I saw my parents in there. And no, I'm not referring to their dead bodies."
"I mean I really saw them. They looked alive..."
His breath hitched,"Yikes," he said, not wanting to look at her though,
"You don't even care. You think I'm crazy." She said through tears, opening the car door.
He looked up and grabbed her hand, "Sarah!" He yelped and looked up at her sadly, "That's not what I meant."
"Then why won't you look at me?" She said, one leg out of the truck.
"It's just re opening old wounds" he said softly,
"What does that mean then? That you can never look at me?"
He sighs, "I'm sorry," he said softly and let go of her hand, "I'm sorry, I just am not used to having someone caring about me."
"Well I care a lot about you." She said, sitting back fully in the seat.
He looked up at her and leaned across the armrest and hugged her, "I'm not used to liking someone this much either," he whispered
She sighed into his shoulder and nodded. "Its okay."
He held her close, trying not to imagine what it would feel like if she left,
He smiled slightly and kissed her forehead,
