Spare Oomian
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He chuckled but it quickly vanished. She could see right into him it seemed the one person who actually ever tried, “No. I never talk about it. It’s sort of…a black mark on my family. No I haven’t.” he looked down at his shoes.
Pulling her closer he turned to face her, “ I don’t deserve you.” He said with a smile on his face, “you are way too good for me and yet here you are. It’s like a dream.” He lifted her chin and kissed her, “I never want it to end.”
"A black mark? Ceagin, people die all the time. And there's nothing you can do about it, except try to handle it in a positive way. And even though it might seem 'whimpy' or 'girly', crying is sometimes the best way. And talking about it helps you resolve certain things." She paused. "Listen, I know it can't be easy, but just consider what I've said. I can't force you to tell me anything else, or do anything else. Just know you're not as alone as you feel." Sarah forced a smile.