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Chapter 35: Sympathy

I fell asleep within Brandon's embrace, which created the security I've craved. His warmth gave me comfort. 


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The next morning, Brandon was no where to be seen. What hit me was the smell of pancakes, I jumped up and investigated - and there was Brandon setting out McDonald's pancakes and glasses of water. "Hey" he softly muttered, smiling like the doofus I know. "Hey" I sniffled, and sat down in a bar stool. "Are you okay?" he sympathetically looked at me, "it's just overwhelming what's happened to me these past few years" I mumble, pursing my lips to the side. "It'll be okay Alexa, I promise" he swore and  nod sighing. 

We ate our pancakes, and he begged to get me outside and to prove Hunter wrong about being upset and gloom.