“Then why are you here, Dylan?” she asked, losing her patience. “What do you want from me?”“I don't know. Some comfort... some company, perhaps," I sighed. "Did I come to the wrong place?"Her face softened. "No, you can stay.""Thank you," my voice quivered. The silence in the room was punctuated with the sounds of our breaths, equally ragged.She extended her hand and rested her delicate fingers on mine. I closed my eyes, feeling the comfort of her tracing small circles on the top of my hand."He went back to it," I blurted out."What do you mean?" Her voice was colored with confusion."My dad," I sighed. "He broke his promise. He called me in the middle of the night, and he was drunk.""I'm sorry," she said, sympathetically. "That must have been hard to witness after he promised you he will be clean.""It's just the same thing, over and over again," I buried my face in my hands. "Every time I believe he will make some progress, he is back to square one.""Do you think he just does
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