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I swallow, my arms wrapping around her shoulders in a comforting embrace. "I appreciate that, Nessa. It's just so hard. I feel heartbroken, depressed, and alone. She shouldn't have gone so fast. I need her more than ever right now. I want to say another goodbye. I want to hug and kiss her again. Maybe even bake her those diabetic sweet cupcakes," she sniffles, her shoulders shaking.

The cool air hits my clammy skin and I breathe out loudly. I'm hurting. Why am I hurting? I head to the bathroom and manage to close the door right before tears slip from my eyes. It's frustration. Anger. Sadness. Everything all at once. I hold onto the sink and peer at my flushed face in the mirror. I then cover my face with my hands. I let out an angry sound. Why is this happening to me? Why? The fever is starting again and it rises inside of me and turns my face a pink color. It's so sudden that I feel breathless. I want to vomit, but I don't at the same time. I grow weak on the knees and Ryder is on my mind nonstop.

“Are you okay, Nyla? You were screaming. I only heard you because I was going downstairs. Everyone else has their silencers on in their bedrooms so they can’t hear anything outside of their own rooms.” Nyla sat up and brought her knees to her chest. Something light tickled her cheeks. Reaching up, she felt tears still escaping. “Eason, why am I crying?” Eason reached out gingerly and brushed her cheek. His hand stilled when he felt the wetness there. “Usually people cry when they’re sad, Nyla.” “Sad?” Nyla rolled the word around her mouth, tasting its foreignness. “Yeah.” Eason thought for a moment. “Sadness feels like a tightness in your chest, constricting it so you can’t get a full breath

Kael muttered. I sniffled again, staring at my hand as I felt a liquid drop on it. I didn't realize I was crying. I laughed, hiccuping. “I'm not crying. I'm just trying to get rid of something in my eyes.” I began to rub my eyes. Kael sighed, leaning back on the wall. “It's okay to express your emotions. But not for my situation, it can't be helped.” “It can be!” I shouted, unable to hold back the tears any longer. They rolled down my cheeks, my heart squeezing tight in pain. My shoulders shook, and I hiccuped twice as I sobbed.

The tears streaming down my face as I retched, my body trembling with the effort. Daciana was worried as she asked me if I was OK. I wiped my mouth and said yes, although I felt a bit better. I drank some water, my throat still burning from the acidic taste. I slowly walked back to the room, feeling embarrassed and weak. Daciana had followed me and she asked me if I was OK. I told her that I was fine, just a bit of indigestion. She looked at me with concern in her eyes and I knew she didn't believe me, but I didn't want her to worry about me.

Something I longed for and hadn't realized. After a drop of water fell on my right hand causing me to look up. Moving my eyes up from the sink to the mirror I took in my appearance. Still dressed in Nick's clothes I looked warm. I felt warm and sad, but warm. I hadn't realized I was crying until I saw a tear streak and another tear falling beside it. Why am I crying? Is it bad that I don't know the reason for my own tears? I'm a therapist, I should know, right?

she says, and I hear her leave the suite. We stay in silence for I don’t know how long. Chris gently rubs my back to soothe me until my sobs eventually ease off. Now my nose is all stuffy, my eyes feel like I haven’t blinked in a year, and I have a headache. Why does crying feel so terrible?

I fell on my knees sobbing so hard that I can't control it. I can't control myself. When I suddenly felt the urge to throw up again, I rushed up to the bathroom and threw up in the toilet. I burst into more tears. I can't even explain myself. What am I going to do now? .

My sobs echoed through the silent room, a symphony of grief and frustration. I clung to my pillow, desperately seeking solace in its soft embrace. The fabric absorbed my tears, offering a feeble comfort amidst the chaos that consumed me. I felt the weight of the world upon my shoulders, the burden of my unexplained affliction threatening to shatter the fragile fragments of hope that remained. As the tears continued to fall, my body trembled with a mixture of exhaustion and anguish. I could no longer contain the torrent of emotions that raged within me. Each sob was a cathartic release, a plea for understanding, and a lament for the life I once knew.

Fallon I don’t like feeling this way. My chest feels heavy and tight. My throat hurts every time I swallow. Grief and jealousy mingle into a tangled net that creates another kind of feeling–a twisting of the two that makes me want to cry more than anything, which is ridiculous. I am ridiculous. I’m being insane.