[Can she even call it a home still? She pushes the thought from her mind as she clings to him and tries desperately not to fall to her knees. If she does that, she may never rise again.]
Please. I... I need to go-- there. My room.
[Her room. Hers alone.
The tears fall harder as she begins to sob against his chest.]
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[Can she even call it a home still? She pushes the thought from her mind as she clings to him and tries desperately not to fall to her knees. If she does that, she may never rise again.]
Please. I... I need to go-- there. My room.
[Her room. Hers alone.
The tears fall harder as she begins to sob against his chest.]