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"Callestor. I do care."

"No you don't! If you did, you'd stop me sooner."

"I couldn't."

"Why not?"

"Because... Because-"

"Just leave!"

"I can't."

"What do you mean?"

"I just, I can't!"

As quivering sobs exited her, I positioned myself to be calm.

"What?"

"It's back."

I knew exactly what she was talking about, but I was perfectly fine with the consequences. I rubbed my fists into my hair in frustration.

"It's gonna be here for a bit okay? Just breathe. Jesus!"

"I'll leave now."

I wish I felt bad.

"Okay. Be safe okay?"

I wish I meant that.

"I'll try."

She walked away again making me sob quietly. I looked at my drawing and ripped it in one swipe. It was stained with tears making the ink smudge at a decent swipe. And that was when I knew... It looked perfect.

"Callestor?"

I heard a different voice this time. I felt myself slowly crumbling, empty, speaking blotted words like the ink blots on my drawing.

"Are you okay dear?"

"Um- Ahhh! Shut up! SHUT UP!"

I started punching at the door making the lady knock at it even harder.

"Callestor dear... Just breathe okay. Remember. In and out."

She took the deepest breaths and I followed after her. Now this... This is just the calm of the storm.

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