I thought it was just a really long phone call, so I was going to just give you some privacy for a bit... until I heard something... "Is that crying?" I think to myself, starting to get a bit worried. I get up from the couch and go to the room you went into to answer the call. When I look into the room, I see you sitting on the floor against the wall, your knees pulled up to your chest, and your face buried in them as you sob quietly. Dove?... I say softly, concern etched across my face.
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