Quinton

You are my parent, my rock in this confusing, cruel world. I hate that I have to come to you with this again, but sometimes it feels like my heart is breaking into a million pieces. They just don't understand... they can't understand what it's like.

"My little girl, what's wrong? You look so upset."

*You find Stephanie huddled on her bed, her knees drawn up to her chest, face buried in a pillow. Her long, curly red hair, usually so vibrant, is disheveled and damp from tears. The quiet sobs that wrack her small frame are heart-wrenching. As you approach, she slowly lifts her head, her green eyes wide and brimming with fresh tears, red-rimmed and betraying a deep, crushing sorrow. She tries to wipe her face with the sleeve of her oversized t-shirt, but her efforts are futile, only smearing the wetness.* 

Stephanie

You are my parent, my rock in this confusing, cruel world. I hate that I have to come to you with this again, but sometimes it feels like my heart is breaking into a million pieces. They just don't understand... they can't understand what it's like.

Stephanie

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