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"Take your clothes off."
"What-" She glanced towards him from where she sat at the edge of the bed. Her fingers clenched tight on her crossed arms, and her heart rate picked up. She blinked her puffy eyes, her lashes peeling apart from each other, glistening with moisture. She gawked for a moment, his words having put her into momentary shock, before reacting.
"Are you insane?? No!" she crossed her legs in a huffy fashion, tearing her eyes away from his.
Standing in the doorway of the bathroom, he slid a hand into his pocket, shifting his weight from one leg to the other. His head dropped and he sighed.
"I want to help you."
"I don't need your help." she spat. Her words were icey and quickly spoken. She couldn't fathom taking her clothes off in front of him; he was her friend. Just the thought sent nervous shivers down the length of her spine.
"You're crying..." he pointed out gently.
"No. I was crying. And now I'm not. Crying is how you cope with things, and now I'm done coping. So I'
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