When he started walking back toward the door, his steps slowed a little. “A-are you…okay?” he asked. I sniffled. “Yeah,” I said without looking his way. He didn’t say anything for a few seconds. I could feel him thinking, wondering what to do with me. I almost told him that it was okay—that no one knew what to do with me. “C-can I get you anything?” I shook my head. “Do you want to go inside?” I shook my head again and heard Brady sigh. I finally pulled my eyes off the moon, and more tears fell when I blinked. Brady was right in front of me, wearing a white T-shirt and a pair of dark
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