She didn't respond with words, but with a long, tight hug. Her head is barely to my chest, I feel her warm tears soaking through my shirt. I stay quiet, hugging her back.
"Thank you." She whispers so quietly that I could barely hear. I hug her tighter and keep quiet. We spend the rest of the afternoon in each other's arms, not saying a single word.
Her dad was only shot in the leg. He was locked up. I never bothered to ask Lydia how long he was going to be gone.
Lydia got a job so she can pay the bills for the house. I got one as well, just to help her.
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Alone
TeenfikceHave you ever felt so empty? Or so emotionally hurt that it became physical? Have you ever felt comfort in tearing into yourself? Have you ever felt so alone, though surrounded by others *Being extended*
