A Shoulder to Cry On

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Independence's POV

Someone knocked on the door. Crap, I think. I just met these people, if you can even call that meeting them. Do I really want to let them see me cry my eyes out? Then again, They already saw me cry my eyes out. I reach for the knob, hesitating, my fingers hovering inches from the door. You can do this, I think to myself, take a deep breath, and turn the cool brass knob.

Jess's POV

When she opened the door, her eyes were bloodshot and puffy. I looked at her and she looked at me. "Hey...are you oka-" before I can finish, Independence throws her arms around me and starts bawling. I hug her back. "It's going to be okay, your going to be okay. You're safe here." It takes her about ten minutes to calm down. When she stopped crying she pulled away. "Wh-what's your name?" She asked me. "My name is Jess." " You can call me Indie." She told me. We walked out of the bathroom together.

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