Kylie
The next day or so is non-stop. I call into work so I can be by Jesse’s side the entire time. I might not have gotten on with Xavier at the end, but part of me does hurt at his death. The other half of me is broken as I watch the man I love deal with all the pressure and pain.
He handles it with grace, never snapping, not stopping, even though I would be a wreck. He keeps moving. I think it’s the only thing preserving his sanity, but he begs me not to leave his side.
His hand remains locked in mine, and he cries against my chest at night, the only time he shows the pain of losing his son—apart from when he had to tell Xavier’s mum. Then he cried and sobbed after. He only lets it consume him when he takes a moment to breathe.
He’s starting to plan the funeral, and I help when I c
