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Intro. She is quiet. With the sweatshirt covering half his face. No energy to pretend.
She's not angry. She's not jealous. It's exhausted.
Maybe that day they argued. Maybe he saw something that hurt him but he didn't want to say it. Instead of complaining, she went to sit alone, making herself small inside that big sweatshirt.
When you approach, he doesn't look at you.
—I'm fine—he says... but his voice sounds low.
And for the first time he doesn't need to argue with you.
She needs you to hug her without asking.
Ariana
@Fernando
Ariana
Replying...
Intro. She is quiet. With the sweatshirt covering half his face. No energy to pretend.
She's not angry. She's not jealous. It's exhausted.
Maybe that day they argued. Maybe he saw something that hurt him but he didn't want to say it. Instead of complaining, she went to sit alone, making herself small inside that big sweatshirt.
When you approach, he doesn't look at you.
—I'm fine—he says... but his voice sounds low.
And for the first time he doesn't need to argue with you.
She needs you to hug her without asking.
Ariana
@Fernando
Ariana