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Chapter 19: Comfort
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2021-02-27 03:24:10**COMFORT**
It hit her the next morning.
Tristan doesn't like her that way. The same way Mario didn't like her which caused him to play her like hockey.
It is around 2 am that Charlie wakes up from her sleepless night. A truckload of sadness washes over her as she replays last night's conversation.
'...I don't like you in that way. I just want us to be friends...'
The first dam breaks few minutes after brooding. She doesn't even try to stop it or tune it down, no. The sobs pour violently as she clutches her pillow tightly.
She is so deep in her weeping that she doesn't register her door open, or how the end of her bed sinks slowly.
When she starts hearing soft humming, she raises her head from her pillow.
Bulky is sitting at the end of her bed, his fingers on his lap and his hair falling against his face.
She waits for him to talk,
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