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A Cheronica drabble; veronica's confession
I never knew someone with such fire can be so broken. Cheryl, despite being a few inches taller than me, felt so small in my arms. She’s shaking and something is hurting between my ribs.I held her tighter, suddenly wishing we weren’t in this depressing locker room. Wishing we were back in Pembroke, back in my bed, so I can hold her properly, have her fall asleep knowing she’ll be okay. Above all, I wish I can take away her pain, truly show her she’s not alone.