Maria
He walked closer, settling on a chair before her, "I get that you don't want to talk about what happened and that's fine. I'm here if you're ready to talk about it. You're strong, Maria, I know whatever happened, you'd fight it."
The most unfortunate thing a person could ever be is strong. They say 'you're strong.' Or 'you've got this' when you know you don't, when you're stuck, knee-deep into shit and you have no way out. Maria didn't want to be strong, she deserved to break down too, and throw tantrums like every other person would. Why does she have to choke on everything while it messes up her head in the name of being strong? She didn't want to be strong, she hated being strong. Tears b
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