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Jason wakes quietly, stretched out on his bed, laying over the covers. He was alive, in his bed, in his room, in his house. Alive, not dead. Somehow, someway, he had come back.

The sun is just starting to show, the horizon a pale pink. It doesn't take him more than a few seconds to realise Gabe isn't there. His mate's scent still lingering in the room, but days old.

'He's not here.' The words ring through his head, slamming hard against those last few mental walls. It's all he can do to keep from screaming.

Because he knows, Gabe died before him and if Gabe was meant to come back with him, he would have been waiting. He wasn't though. He, Jason, was alone.

Curls up into a ball, sobbing as something inside him shatters. He wishes he had stayed dead.

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They had tried to make him leave the room earlier, but Jason hadn't responded. He'd just layed there in the bed, curled up around Gabe's pillow in the sun. Someone had brought him a tray of food, he had waited until after they left to eat a bit.

Then they brought Ella in to him. At first the little girl had clung to him, the two of them falling asleep for a while. Now she was sitting on the bed next to Jason, playing quietly with some toys Em had brought in to her.

She was the only reason he wasn't giving up completely. He wouldn't let her lose both of her daddies at once.