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A few yards away on the beach, Sara is fighting with Lincoln about suntan lotion. She’s going to win. She always does, if only because she has no qualms whatsoever pulling the ‘We didn’t do all what we did to see you burn on a beach’ card on Linc.
Michael watches them and doesn’t say anything, doesn’t even let them know he’s watching.
He would do anything – everything – for them. He did it. Marking himself, lying, cheating, manipulating, hurting, killing even. He did it all, and even when he gave it a second thought, that never deterred him from carrying on.
They’re his weakness.
The sound of their voices, the scent of their skin, the feel of their hands on his skin, the strain of their tears and the incentive of their smile sustained him through trials and tribulations.
They’re his strength.
He’s not a better man for loving them, far from it, but he certainly is a less vain, more complete, fully alive one.
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