You need to stop crying! My head screamed. The tears poured down my cheeks nonetheless. They made splotches on my shirt and made my face look like a mess. It doesn't fix anything. You need to fix this.

I wiped my nose with my sleeve and got up. I released her hand, allowing it to fall limply on the bed. I balled my fingers into fists. Tears wouldn't fix anything. But removing him would.

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