Pure love
“It’s all right Conner you have done the right thing.” I tried to say reassuringly even though in reality the words had almost freaked me out as much as he was.
“I know I know! What are you hanging around for congratulating me you stupid woman go and help her Esmee you know as well as I do she wouldn’t survive another suicide attempt so close to the last one and she just can’t die; not now not after what happened. I think I love her Esmee, I think I have always loved her.”
The look on Conner’s face was almost torture to see because he meant everything he said, it wasn’t a teenage crush or teenage hormone induced lust that originating somewhere from in his crouch it, was something purer and It hurt inside like he was being tortured, he couldn’t comprehend that fact that Mi might die and he would be left living in a world with out her; it would have been like telling me that Emmet had died.
“I promise she won’t die Connor.” I whispered quietly trying to pull my self together as my over active imagination left me feeling winded once again. “I am going to go and look after her OK but I want you to go and find a member of staff and get some support as well OK and if you can’t find anyone come back and find me OK, you deserve support too.” I said again gently before I spun around and ran the rest of the way to Mi’s bedroom.
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