Viola
She exhales, out of breathe, but continues after.
"We can't keep chosing you. You had to chose you. We couldn't keep chosing you for you. Pick you, Viola - Chose you, not me. All I could think about was how much you hated yourself to hurt yourself, how blind you must be to the beauty you embody." She sniffs, but the tears fall down, and I clench my jaw holding mine to no avail.
"No matter what you have, all the books in the world, all the music at your footstep, everything you want, it still can't and won't save you if you don't chose yourself." She says, cleaning her face, and I'm shaking with sobs.
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