Never Break
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Last published Fri, Sep 16, 2016
'Why doesn't anyone understand...the simple cause behind all I am doing?! I don't want to be broken by any person ever again!' Ralph's thundering voice echoed around in the empty room. Adelaide shuddered at the effect till it died down.
She wasn't the strongest person. A girl who couldn't stand up to her father couldn't be considered strong at all.
If it were about her, she would have sat her way quietly through the session, being too scared to fight back. Unfortunately, it was about someone else. A third person. When the matter is related to the life of a third person, she wouldn't stand down in front of anybody. Not even him/her.
Mustering all her courage she looked up at the pained and tear stained face. She slowly wrapped her arms around him, knowing that it was an act of colossal bravery...and stupidity.
'Then never break.' She said slowly that only he could hear. She closed her eyes tightly afterwards, fearing the consequence of her action.
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