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Kiera’s anger was a strength and a comfort. Anger, resentment … those I could have taken, but pity? tears? No. Not then. It would have broken me. It took too much to stay coherent under the pain, to hold myself together, without extending myself for another’s sake. It was selfish but it was necessary and I thanked whatever God might be listening that Kiera understood. So she gave me her anger instead of her tears and helped me through the next five minutes.<br><br> | Kiera’s anger was a strength and a comfort. Anger, resentment … those I could have taken, but pity? tears? No. Not then. It would have broken me. It took too much to stay coherent under the pain, to hold myself together, without extending myself for another’s sake. It was selfish but it was necessary and I thanked whatever God might be listening that Kiera understood. So she gave me her anger instead of her tears and helped me through the next five minutes.<br><br> | ||
− | “Promise …,” I breathed | + | “Promise …,” I breathed. “Never again… Love you … too…”<br><br> |
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