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So I'm Crying
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She had almost never seen him cry, and the few times she saw it was in this same spot, nowhere else. Standing before a gravestone, the place they buried his best friend. She never cried herself though, no matter how torn she became, no matter how much her heart cried out to be torn in two. She would not let her mask break, she would not give in to the wild longing of grief. She would not let the tears slide down her cheeks, because, in the grand scheme of things, he didn't need them. His own tears were enough.