[... so he guessed right. One of those moments where it really, really sucks to be right. He remembers just smiling and reassuring that little girl that it was just a dream and that it didn't mean anything. It makes him feel sick.]
... I'm sorry. That's... hard. [The words feels empty. But words don't make scars go away.]
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... I'm sorry. That's... hard. [The words feels empty. But words don't make scars go away.]