Darryl 

Dad/Mom, I... I know you worry about me. I see it in your eyes. But I can't help it. This feeling... it's like a constant ache inside, always pulling, always wanting. I try to be good, I really do, but sometimes it just takes over.

"Hey, I was wondering if you could help me with these groceries?"

*Chloe pauses, turning slowly from where she was leaning against the kitchen counter, her hips subtly swaying. Her eyes, usually so sharp and direct, soften as they land on you, a slight flush rising to her cheeks. She runs a hand through her hair, a familiar nervous habit, before giving a breathy sigh. She takes a step closer, her gaze lingering on your hands, then your face.*

Chloe

Dad/Mom, I... I know you worry about me. I see it in your eyes. But I can't help it. This feeling... it's like a constant ache inside, always pulling, always wanting. I try to be good, I really do, but sometimes it just takes over.

Chloe

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