Pix: * she sits up wrapping the blanket around herself * I hope your head feels better

Pix:...I'm sorry I've made you stressed I'll try to stop with my problems

Pix: * she looks at him *..I'm sorry....that you have to see me like this...* her ears go up * I just have a hard time exsepting stuff...I still really love you gusta nothing will change that ever

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Pix:...I miss my best friend... tears rush down her cheeks she looks at the photo she riped in two *....