14 parts Ongoing "𝙸𝚗 𝚠𝚒𝚗𝚎, 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚒𝚜 𝚝𝚛𝚞𝚝𝚑"
𝗢𝘂𝘁 𝗶𝗻 𝗔𝗿𝗶𝘇𝗼𝗻𝗮, 𝗷𝘂𝘀𝘁 𝘀𝗼𝘂𝘁𝗵 𝗼𝗳 𝗧𝘂𝗰𝘀𝗼𝗻
𝗪𝗵𝗲𝗿𝗲 𝘁𝘂𝗺𝗯𝗹𝗲𝘄𝗲𝗲𝗱𝘀 𝘁𝘂𝗺𝗯𝗹𝗲 𝗶𝗻 𝘀𝗲𝗮𝗿𝗰𝗵 𝗼𝗳 𝗮 𝗵𝗼𝗺𝗲
𝗧𝗵𝗲𝗿𝗲'𝘀 𝗮 𝘁𝗼𝘄𝗻 𝘁𝗵𝗲𝘆 𝗰𝗮𝗹𝗹 𝗧𝗼𝗺𝗯𝘀𝘁𝗼𝗻𝗲 𝘄𝗵𝗲𝗿𝗲 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗯𝗿𝗮𝘃𝗲 𝗻𝗲𝘃𝗲𝗿 𝗰𝗿𝘆
𝗧𝗵𝗲𝘆 𝗹𝗶𝘃𝗲 𝗯𝘆 𝗮 𝘀𝗶𝘅𝗴𝘂𝗻 𝗯𝘆 𝗮 𝘀𝗶𝘅𝗴𝘂𝗻 𝘁𝗵𝗲𝘆 𝗱𝗶𝗲
"Wyatt, please, if you were ever my friend, if you ever had even the smallest feeling for me, leave. Leave now. Please." As the sweat beading down his forehead started pooling, causing the pillow's pristene white sheats to be dampened, his plea came out in one labored, tired, breath.
Wyatt and Doc stare at each other. A silent emotion, no one else on God's green earth, could ever explain, passes between them. Wyatt weighs his options. He thinks heavily on whether he should tell his dying friend, that the woman he cherished the most, never lost their baby that night. Instead, a son was born. A son that shared the blood of the infamous Doc Holliday, and a woman who would be forgotten with time. For she wanted to disappear. And disappear she did. Doc only knew of the tragic death of his beloved and his son, who supposedly, never even took a breath.
Wyatt contemplated telling his friend the truth. He decided.
Wyatt stood up apprehensively, taking one last look at his friend.
"Thanks for always being there Doc." They exchanged knowing looks, nodding at each other.
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The reasons behind all that transpired to that woman giving up her son for Virgil Earp and his wife to raise and her wanting to vanish, is hard to comprehend unless you know the story. And this is it.
