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I rushed behind him as he stormed off into the living room. We had just come back from his mother's funeral.
"Luke... please talk to me." I softly said, gripping onto his forearm.
Then, he let it all out. Tears after tears after tears started streaming down his face.
"I should've been there. I should've been there when she needed me. Instead, I was too busy shooting Star and now she's gone." He said as he put his hands in his head and cried.
Seeing him like this made me so emotional to the point where I ended up crying too. My husband was always my pillar of strength and now that he needed a shoulder to cry on, I had to stay strong.
"No Luke. Baby, look at me. Your mother was always happy for you, she'd want you to go out there and show the world what you've got. She's proud of you right now. Please don't cry." I said through many sobs.
I ended up getting down on my knees so that I could face him. Gently lifting his head from his hands, I held it in my own and wiped his tears. They wouldn't stop.
"She was there every single time I needed her, from my first studio recording, e-everything..." he went on again.
I held him tight and rubbed his back in hopes to comfort him. He only grabbed me tighter and screamed.
"SHE'S GONE Y/N! SHE'S GONE!" He yelled into my chest as I continued crying.
"It's gonna be okay baby, it's gonna be fine. Please, please don't cry. I need you to be strong. She would have wanted you to be strong." I said.
I stood him up and we walked up the stairs. He said on the bed and stared at me with bloodshot eyes.
"I don't think I can ever forgive myself." He softly said, his voice still as deep as ever.
"Lucas James Boyd. I want you to listen to me. Your mother was a wonderful woman and she sure as hell did raise an equally wonderful man I call my husband. Baby you know it's not your fault, stop beating yourself up for what you cannot control. It's in God's hands and all you can do know is try your best and continue doing what you love. If you won't do it for yourself or for me, at least do it for Mama B." I said.
He just kept tearing up. 💔
He stood up and hugged me for what seemed like hours.
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"It's gonna be okay. We'll get through this together." I said.
"Don't let go." He softly said as I held on tighter.
