What are you doing?" he questioned, staring at the gun in my hand. "I'm sorry, baby, but I'm really tired." My voice softened, and I struggled to keep my tears from sliding down my soft, cold cheek. "Lydia, please." he said, choking up as he approached me. "Chance, don't come any closer," I said, trying to brush away my tears, but before I knew it, all of the tears I'd been holding in for years came pouring out.
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