145. Loneliness

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While he had never exactly been popular, he had never expected to end up this alone, either. On the best of days, it was just a feeling relentlessly gnawing at his insides. On the worst of days, he couldn't get a single thing done, being faced with the memories of those he lost for the entire day.

That's how they found him, one day: just curled up in his bed, trying to ward of the memories that plagued him. They wrapped him in their arms, although they didn't even know him. He was a person in a vulnerable moment, and that was all the incentive they needed to be there for him.

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