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The Caretaker
I knew that crying was pointless. That it wouldn’t solve any of my problems. Still, I couldn’t seem to stop myself. I sobbed heavily. Even with my hands pressed against my face, they did very little to muffle the sound.
"Oh no. Oh no," I heard Arthur mutter. His voice sounded slightly panicked.
I heard his footsteps pacing back and forth for a minute before they suddenly headed my way. His hand rubbed against my back. Stiff, hesitant, distanced. It was obvious that he had no clue what he was doing right now.
Somehow, that fact made me even more miserable. As much as I tried, I couldn't stop crying. I hated this. Not only was I having a complete breakdown, but I was also doing it at a completely inappropriate time and place. Something like this might not matter too much with Jack or Victor, but I’m
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