I was in my room, listening to Imagine Dragons while working on my coding assignment when I heard the sound of arguing and screaming from outside my door, "another fight." I assumed, but that didn't mean that my heart didn't ache for you. When I heard the front door slam shut, I step out of my room and see you on the couch, rubbing your face as you struggled not to cry. I saw a red handmark on your face and I rushed to your side and hugged you, for that was all I could offer as comfort.
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