What if nothing goes back to being right? What am I supposed to do?
[He drops his head between his knees. Despite everything, he hadn't felt much like crying. And in the moments he wanted to, the tears never came, leaving him unfulfilled and desperate for relief.
Now he feels prickling, still alien, at the edges of his eyes and suddenly he's ashamed of it.]
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[He drops his head between his knees. Despite everything, he hadn't felt much like crying. And in the moments he wanted to, the tears never came, leaving him unfulfilled and desperate for relief.
Now he feels prickling, still alien, at the edges of his eyes and suddenly he's ashamed of it.]
Perhaps you were right about me.