[Gabe has always seen this coming. he has always known it was coming, but he can't take it. He can't accept it. Abby isn't just his sister; she's his other half. He doesn't love anyone more than he loves her, and he doesn't know how he's going to exist without her.
He's been sitting outside of Abby's room whenever he's not in it, and now he's letting himself back in. His palms rub again and again against his thighs in a nervous repetitive motion. He's trying to be even more careful around her than ever before, and he doesn't want to wake her up if she's sleeping.
He sits down on the edge of the bed and watches her, curled up under her blanket. He sees her shaking, and he's shaking too, but for completely different reasons. He wants to reach for her or say her name, but he doesn't want to disturb her. And yet he wants to grab hold and never let go.
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He's been sitting outside of Abby's room whenever he's not in it, and now he's letting himself back in. His palms rub again and again against his thighs in a nervous repetitive motion. He's trying to be even more careful around her than ever before, and he doesn't want to wake her up if she's sleeping.
He sits down on the edge of the bed and watches her, curled up under her blanket. He sees her shaking, and he's shaking too, but for completely different reasons. He wants to reach for her or say her name, but he doesn't want to disturb her. And yet he wants to grab hold and never let go.
he doesn't really know what to do.]