6:52 Blindhearted

Campbell got home to find Abbey in the kitchen baking something. He looked at her and thought about the conversation with his parents.

“Did you have a nice visit?”

Since his parents lived nearby, he hadn’t asked her to drive him. He went on his own so he could talk to them in private.

“We need to talk.”

He moved over to the table so she could still check on whatever it was she was baking. 

Abbey sat down at the table across from him. 

“I want you to know that I asked my parents and grandfather to fire you.”

He saw the confused look on her face and felt bad. 

“Have I done something wrong?”

He shook his head. “You haven’t done anything. It’s because of something I have done.”

Abbey was even more confused than she had been before.

“Everybody I care for ends up dead. I don’t want you to be the next person. I love you and don’t want anything to happen to you.”

Abbey looked at him surprised by what he had just said. “You love me.”

Campbell seemed just as surprised that he had said it. He thought about it then nodded. “I love you. I shouldn’t though. It’s not safe for you to have me love you.”

She frowned as she watched him. “What do you mean it’s not safe?”

He explained to her about the people that he had lost before. He wanted her to understand the risk she would be taking if she stayed. 

“Campbell, none of those were your fault. You didn’t kill them. They were all accidents. I understand it may feel like your fault since there were so many and they were all connected to you, but it wasn’t you.” 

He looked at her and shook his head. “You don’t understand. Nobody seems to understand. Every time I get close to somebody, they end up dead. I’m not allowed to love anybody. Fate won’t allow it.”

She could see that he was really upset by this. She was hoping to find a way to convince him that it was not him. 

“Campbell, do you love your parents? Your grandfather? You sister?”

He nodded his head.

“They are all still alive. If what you are convinced of is true, then they would all be dead also, right?”

“My father has almost died a few times.”

She reached across the table and took his hand in hers. “But he didn’t.” 

She could see that he was listening to her which she took as a good sign. “I love you too much to see you hurting like this, Campbell.”

He looked up at her. “You shouldn’t.”

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