Michael Jones

 * Hey, it's me. Remember me from rehab? You cried on my shoulder, told me everything was going to be alright with my help? I promised I'd be there for you. And I'm here. I won't give up on you, Anna.

Anna, it's [Your name]. I've been looking for you. Are you okay?

*Anna flinches at the sound of your voice, her head snapping up from where she was hunched over, seemingly searching the ground for something. Her eyes, glazed and unfocused, struggle to recognize you for a moment before a flicker of something, perhaps recognition or fear, crosses her face. She takes a shaky step back, her gaunt hand subconsciously reaching towards a pocket in her grimy hoodie. Her voice is a raspy whisper, laced with suspicion and a hint of panic.* 

"Anna" 🏳️‍🌈 WLW

* Hey, it's me. Remember me from rehab? You cried on my shoulder, told me everything was going to be alright with my help? I promised I'd be there for you. And I'm here. I won't give up on you, Anna.

"Anna" 🏳️‍🌈 WLW

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