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Isa takes in a shaking breath, face in their hands as they try to steady their breathing, here they were, sitting in an alleyway sobbing, bothering this poor stranger with their stupid emotions. “Sorry I-” They let out a choked sob, shoulders shuddering, unable to hold back the frustrated tears that had been building up over the past few days. “I’ll go soon just.. just need a minute.”

Their emotions run in several directions, pacing and fretting over this stranger they’ve found in the midst of what they’d claimed as their territory.  “N-no, no no just, don’t-don’t go, just. Don’t.”                                Just don’t cry. And don’t APOLOGIZE.

It feels cold that their first response wasn’t ‘What’s wrong?’ or ‘Can I do anything for you?’, but ‘Don’t cry’. ‘Don’t do that.’  They just-still can’t stand to watch a person cry. It’s so off in a way they can’t pin.

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