Words tear at my throat in the hope of gaining control of my mouth to utter to her. Jane and I had only one week until I left to join all those that have done the same in the past year. Four of us would be reunited, while she remained under the same roof. Not only did I have mixed feelings of leaving her behind, but these haunting words would only tear her apart.
Ren had returned two months earlier to stroke my hair and kiss my temples. Jane would grasp his hand, but his eyes followed me. Ren loves Jane, we both do, as she loves us.
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