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I know everything about you, Lisa, even when you lie. You talked to me all night, in the morning, you didn't want to wake up but I told you to. I held your hand and told you to close your eyes, embracing you closely while you muttered words saying how you didn't want me to go.

And just as I whispered: I'm not going anywhere without you, my hand went through yours, and you woke up. In your eyes — they showed how empty you looked to be.

To be honest? It scared me. I want to know what happened to you, Lisa. I want to know what's going on, I want to be able to help you. And how will I do that if you don't tell what's going on?

I worry for you... because I know, something is wrong.

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