Somehow I managed to find my way to the nearest toilet, and shut myself into one of the cubicles.
I slid down the door.
Drip... drip...
What's that?
I rubbed my fingers against my face.
Tears.
Why am I crying?
Is there any need to cry?
No.
Then how could I explain that awful pain in my chest?
The pain that tears and eat at my heart right this very moment?
I shouldn't.
I know.
And there's no reason to.
Or is there...?
But... when will he ever see me?
Just me.
Only me.
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