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Hate comments

Leah Jeffries scrolls through her social media, her heart heavy as she reads through the barrage of hateful comments left by strangers. The words sting, cutting deep into her self-esteem and leaving her feeling broken and worthless. The negativity is overwhelming, drowning out any positive comments or feedback she receives. Despite trying to brush them off, the

comments eat away at her from the inside and she finds herself sinking into a dark pit of depression. As Leah Jeffries continues to drown in a sea of hateful comments, her mental health deteriorates further and further. The constant barrage of negativity wears her

down, leaving her feeling hopeless and alone. The depression grips her tightly, its tendrils coiling around her thoughts and making her doubt her own worth. She tries to distract herself by spending time with

friends and family, but the constant barrage of hate on social media follows her everywhere she goes. Leah Jeffries struggles to cope with the constant stream of hate she receives online. The depression deepens,

consuming her thoughts and leaving her feeling lost and alone. She isolates herself from friends and family, unable to bear the thought of them seeing her in such a low state. The depression gnaws at her, leaving her feeling empty and lifeless. Despite her efforts to stay strong, the depression wears her down, leaving her feeling powerless and stuck in a never-ending cycle of negativity. Walker is concerned about Leah's ' mental health, as he's noticed a change in her behavior and

her social media activity. He doesn't realize the full extent of the situation, as he isn't aware of the hate comments Leah has been receiving on her social media accounts. He notices that Leah has been withdrawn

and more isolating, and feels like there's something wrong that he can't quite put his finger on. Walker and Leah J sit in a quiet room, the tension between them palpable. Walker tries to express his concern for Leah's mental health, but she brushes him off.
"I'm fine," Leah insists weakly, avoiding eye contact with Walker.

"I don't believe you," Walker says, his voice gentle but firm. "Something's wrong. You're not acting like yourself."Leah sits in silence, her arms crossed in defensiveness as she avoids eye contact with Walker. She knows that he's onto her, but she isn't ready to talk about the extent of the hate comments that she's been receiving.

"I don't want to talk about it," she mutters, her voice cold and distant. Walker Scobell sits across from Leah , his eyes filled with concern and worry. He reaches out and takes her hands in his, trying to coax her to open up to him.

"Please, Leah," he pleads, his voice gentle and sincere. "I can see that something is eating you up inside. You can trust me. Tell me what's going on."Leah feels the weight of her emotions threatening to break through to the surface, but she fights back the tears that are welling in her eyes. Despite Walker's pleading and concern, she stubbornly refuses to talk about the hate comments she's been receiving online. Her arms are folded in a defensive position, and she looks away from him.

"I told you, I don't want to talk about it," she mutters, her voice quivering slightly. Leah and Walker sit quietly in the room, neither of them speaking. Leah feels overwhelmed by the hate comments she's been receiving online but she's too proud and stubborn to admit the full extent of the problem to Walker. Walker can feel her defensiveness and closed-off attitude, and he's frustrated by her refusal to open up to him. The silence between Leah and Walker feels thick and heavy, like a weight that's pressing down on them. Leah's eyes are downcast, avoiding Walker's gaze,

while Walker studies her face, desperation in his eyes. He can see the weight of sadness and pain on her face, but he can't break through her stubborn wall of silence. Leah finally succumbs to the weight of her emotions, and tears begin to stream down her face. She looks away from Walker, ashamed and self-

conscious about her tears. She doesn't want to show weakness or vulnerability, but the tears come anyway, despite her best efforts to hold them back. Leah can feel her guard breaking as hot tears stream down her face. Her shoulders begin to shake as she tries to hold back full-on sobs, but it's a losing battle. She still feels too proud to admit the full extent of the issue to

Walker, but she can't stop the tears and vulnerability from showing. Walker takes a deep breath, mustering up the courage to try and break through Leah's closed-off attitude. He approaches her and puts a gentle hand on her waist, looking into her eyes with pleading desperation.

"Please, Leah," he implores, his voice earnest. "Just tell me what's wrong. I can see that something is bothering you deeply. I won't judge you, I promise. Just talk to me."After a few moments of silent staring between the two of them, Leah finally speaks, her voice shaky with emotion.

"It's the hate comments," she admits quietly. "They've been eating away at me. I can't stop reading them and I can't stop them from getting to me."Leah's voice starts breaking as she continues to explain her struggle.

"The things they say are so hurtful and mean," she continues. "I know I should ignore them and not let them get to me, but I can't help it. They make me feel worthless and like I don't deserve to be here."Walker listens intently to Leah's confession, his heart breaking for her as he hears the pain in her voice. He reaches

out and gently cups her face with his hand, his gaze full of compassion and understanding. "I had no idea that the hate comments were affecting you so deeply," Walker says softly, his voice full of concern. "I'm so sorry you're going through this. You don't deserve those horrible things that people are saying. The comments are wrong, Leah. You are talented and valuable and you absolutely deserve to be

here.""You're stronger than this, Leah," Walker says, his eyes locked on hers. "You don't need to let those negative comments define you or your self-worth. You're so much better than that. You have so much to offer the world, and you shouldn't let anyone take that away from you."Walker holds Leah close in a

comforting embrace, his chin resting gently on top of her head. He rubs her back gently, his touch soft and soothing. He whispers reassurances into her hair, his voice low and steady. "It's okay, princess. I'm here. I've got you. You'll get through this. I promise."Leah

snuggles deeper into Walker's embrace, letting his warmth and tenderness wash over her. She feels safe and protected in his arms, and the pain and weight of the hate comments seem to lighten just a bit. Leah leans her head against Walker's chest, feeling the

steady rise and fall of his breath. Her tears are slowly subsiding, and she closes her eyes, allowing herself to relax into his embrace. Walker continues to soothe her, stroking her hair gently and murmuring comforting words.