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Nate's

I followed her almost immediately, as she bolted to her room. Although I felt a pang of guilt for everything she had gone through, it was quickly being overshadowed by the feeling of anger and frustration.

Why did she have to be so stubborn with me? Why could she not just listen to me for once and take care of herself?

As I neared her door, at first, I thought she was just crying. I could hear her whimpering and sniffing pitifully. But then I heard the unmistakable sound of retching and realized she was throwing up all that food that she had managed to get down into her stomach.

I hesitated for a moment, wondering if I should go in, but something held me back. I don't know if she would want me to see her in such a weak and vulnerable state.

“Fuck this.” I said through gritted teeth as the sound of her vomiting continued. I stepped into the room unhindered, without any door acting as a barrier since it had already been broken down by me earlier.

My eyes scanned the eyesor