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your doe like eyes followed me as i carried ceena in my arms.

gabby told me to carry her to the bathroom, so she wouldn't catch attention.

yes i was worried for her, but dragging a girl down to the girl's toilets was bound to grab attention from me aswell as her.

she was so frail and limp in my arms i thought she passed out. but i knew she didn't because each time she breathed out, her hair had hovered over her face. i smiled sadly at her fragile figure.

we reached the toilets and i carefully placed her on the wall.

then i saw.

the cuts and bruises on her delicate face.


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