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She cries openly and no one blames her. It’s all she can do now; she’s tried everything else. Still, whether they blame her or not, the tears traversing her face cause them discomfort, because they know that their sense of duty and comradery to the one gone is nothing compared to her love for him. One among the group, however, does feel something comparable. In fact, what she feels for the one gone is exactly what he feels for her. She speaks, her voice as broken as her heart, the tears still flowing as hot and steady as the blood in her veins, all for the one gone. “Please,” she forces out. “Bring him back.” The one who loves her frowns for a moment, his heart filled with pain and his head filled with questions. Why? Why couldn’t she love him? Why was he second to someone who felt so little for her, and everyone else for that matter, that he could just leave? But these questions are unanswerable, and despite where he falls on her list, she is always number one on his. He pulls up the corners of his mouth and shows his teeth, a brave smile to hide a broken heart. “You really love him, don’t you?” he asks, though he knows the answer, and both question and answer pain him greatly; his happiness is no where near as important to him as hers. “Don’t worry. I’ll bring him back. I promise” He lifts his hand in a thumbs-up to show her his confidence, and hopefully to give some to her, because anything that will make her the smallest bit happier than she is now, he wants her to have. He wants her to sleep tonight, not with tears and heartbreak, but with ease and hope, and he wants her to wake up to the person she needs the most, even if it isn’t him.