Late

:•Lucy POV :•:
"She is right, we need to leave. Fast!" The doctor says picking up one side if the sheet, Louis grabs the other.
They carfully walk down the stairs. I follow their trail of dirt as the walk outside in the cool weather.

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"...I'm sorry about ear–" Thomas whispers
"I don't want to hear about your sorry-story"
"no but–"
" no"
"but!–"
" I don't want to hear it! I'm done with your ass! Your so fuckung ignorant about your own ignorance you don't even relize how much of a jackass you are being!"
"please! Just hear me out"
i curl my arm around the other
" –listen, I'm really into you, an–"
" get the hell away from me"
"let me finish!"
i walk away, closer to Louis
" keep me away from Thomas"
" gladly" he looks down and smiles
i can't help but to grin back at him. It seemed that both of our pain disappeared. My arms suddly grew a mind of its own and slowly wrap themselves around his wast. The hand that was not holding his sick wife put his hand on my head and played with my hair.
"–Lucy!" Thomas shouts and runs over to us
"get your hands off of her!"

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