[She feels ten again, twelve, grappling to haul someone heavier than she was out of bed each morning, literally and then only figuratively. She takes a deep breath, because however frustrated she is, she doesn't need to add her issues to Zane's. He's not her mother, she doesn't love him. She can walk away without leaving poisoned pieces of herself behind. She takes a heavy breath, blows it out.]
You ever want to yell about anything besides hopelessness, my door is open.
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You ever want to yell about anything besides hopelessness, my door is open.