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n see how deeply she is feeling things; for a young woman who is still only 18, she is incredibly lonely. Her desire for the warmth and affectio

ut, "Kiea?" in an attem

on her face and yel

isn't right. She simply cannot handle the idea of losing him bec

, I'm good," understanding that Wil would not con

neither wants Kiea to act this way nor

l gently touched her shoulder and said, "You're sad. "I know it's sad to be alone and

make her feel better, but s

You'll just leave after a month, and then I'll be

m now and said, "Don't worry, after the school year is through, I'll ask my mot

hough your mother does not want to see you talking to me, you still stayed by my side." "I'm sorry I got a bit emotional, it's okay for me if

understanding why his mother

the sweetest girl he

, I'm OK, I'm fine." Her voice carries t

s when he continu

'S (

e I'm showing him? "Please Wil, let me be; I just want to be fine, or t

uh, You're good." He was unaware that his voice lacked emotion and was instead impersonal, like a blank sheet of paper, but I w

no one ever chooses me. I am always being looked down upon. "Richie ruined that, she took away my chance to have a family

d my back and said, "I'm here, Kiea, I will always choose you

stop him. I know I shouldn't have. "Now that you're going to leave and won't be coming bac

I murmured, "he doesn't know, sorrowful as I closed my eyes. Wil was

a, where you'll study and finish your junior high and college." I laid my head on his shoulder and said, "Your mother wanted me to talk

e minutes, we had not spoken. Without looking at him, I yelled, "It's enough; I want you to go Wil, go now," and when he didn't respond, I shoved him. I yelled at him, thinking he'd get the hi

t me." He whispered, "Look at my eyes, Kiea, and tell me to leave." Alth

to calm down for a time after hearing his tone, "W

hing other than "I will. Just, just

e, but he knows I wouldn't like it, so all he could do was stare deeply into my

ea," he said as he turned hi

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