"Are you okay?" Sandra asks me, as she notices that I haven't been flowing with the current conversation that she has been leading.I let out a sigh. "I wish. I wish I was okay, but I'm not. And I'm not sure that I'll ever be." I say in a very depressed voice, and she slouches her shoulders as she stares at me, thinking of something to say to me that'll lift my spirits.It's how it's been between the two of us for almost a week now. I was sad and depressed about everything, and she was trying to make me feel better. Though she hardly ever succeeds, yep, I'm one incredible tough nut to crack."Isla, it's going to be fine. You can wallow in sadness for the rest of your life, and you're going to have to deal with it soon. And by soon, I mean by tomorrow." She says, and I snap my attention to her face.Well, that's new. She normally leaves me to my devices with all the ‘it's going to be okay', 'don't worry', 'I'm here for you', and ‘we'll get through this' talk. She's never actually told
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