…………… company

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“I will—
… help you through this, whatever it may take.”

(You remain where you are, in hopes that his breaths will eventually steady.
You couldn’t ever bear to see anyone this way. Not even him, the catalyst, who dragged you down with him by a fistful of your hair.)

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(Despite your fall from grace, there’s a sliver of hope within you that strives to help someone again when no one else could help you.

… You’re not releasing him anytime soon, and he doesn’t seem very eager to let go just yet. It’s mutual contact, for now.)
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(You’re currently too afraid to view the mistake you’ve committed again.

… But you pause. The sound of his shaky breaths—bordering on hyperventilation—and evident trembling is too much to ignore.

So you turn back, and unexpectedly, wrap him in a tight embrace.)

“Now you can answer me. Please.”

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(Thousands of thoughts rush through your head simultaneously, varying from doubts to possible questions to downright nonsense. But one thing emerges before anything else.)

“Will it grow back, and when?”

(You can’t even bring yourself to look back at him, despite holding his hand.)
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/ silent salt cookie 😢😢😢😢😢😢😢😢😢😢😢😢😢😢😢😢😢😢😢😢😢😢😢😢😢

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You Bumbling Fool

/ just made the whistling sound of a kettle ?

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(… No. You’re not supposed to be this way right now. Thinking about yourself won’t help anything.

You clamber to your feet, clearing your throat in an attempt to school yourself again.)

“… This is far from the time to joke.”

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“S- Shadow Milk Cookie, I—“

(But your words fail you. A slight loss of balance is enough to have you on your knees.

Yet again, you’ve ruined someone. Again, and again, and again.

And they call you “pure.”
Pure, and all you do nowadays is hurt.)
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