“I can fix myself without your help.” She huffed. “I was just under a lot of stress. It gets louder when I’m stressed.” “Ophelia.” His tone was firm now. “You don’t need to fix yourself. You’re not broken. But it’s okay to get outside help if it gets too loud.” “I can control it,” she insisted. “Just drop it.” “It was making you beat your hand into a bloody pulp,” he stated bluntly. “Excuse me for being concerned.”
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