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𝐍𝐨𝐰 𝐥𝐨𝐚𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠. . .
COMPLETE!
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As I sat on the couch, my eyes red and puffy from crying, Belphie found me in a state of distress. He had been with Beelzebub in the attic all day, and I had been stuck in my room, feeling lonely and overwhelmed.
"Hey, what's wrong?" he asked, his voice filled with concern as he sat down beside me, laying his head on my lap.
I sniffled and wiped my nose, trying to compose myself. "Just had a bad day," I said, my voice shaking. "I feel so alone and lost."
Belphie got up from my lap and wrapped his arms around me, pulling me close. "You're not alone," he whispered, his voice gentle and soothing. "I'm here for you. What happened?"
I took a deep breath, trying to gather my thoughts. "I just feel like everything is falling apart," I said, tears streaming down my face. "I'm failing most of the classes, my friends are all busy, and I feel like I'm just a burden to everyone."
He rubbed my back, his touch warm and comforting. "You're not a burden," he said. "You're an amazing person, and you're doing the best you can. Sometimes life just gets tough, but we'll get through it together."
He pulled back, wiping away my tears with his thumbs. "Let's talk about what's going on," he said. "Maybe we can figure out a way to make things better."
With Belphie's support and love, I felt a sense of hope that I hadn't felt in days. Maybe, just maybe, things would get better. Maybe I wasn't alone after all.
