“But he’s leaving you.” Leah finished for her. “The love of your life is dying and you can’t do a thing about it. I know.” She wouldn’t compare their pain, though. The wound was too freshly inflicted upon Rae, and Leah was no longer the heartless, spiteful type who would poke at such a raw wound.
“The most you can do is be grateful that you got the chance to say goodbye and hear him tell you how much he loves you one last time.” Her throat was tight as she said this part. “Small comfort, I know, but… you’ll find a way to cope.”
Normally, Leah would’ve made a snide remark about Rae’s selfishness. “You’re allowed to be selfish this time,” she told her. “Someone you love is dying and your hormones are heightening your emotions…”
Rae tried to turn and Leah used her arm as a barrier to keep Rae from going back. “He doesn’t blame you. No one blames you for breaking down.” She relaxed her arm a little, resting her hand on the woman’s shoulder and turning it from a restraining gesture into a more comforting one. “You don’t want to go back in there.” Not with what was coming. “Evan will make it quick.”