“I hate them! I hate them so much!” she roars and looks up at me. “And you? Why the fuck are you just sitting there? How can you simply be watching me have a mental breakdown and do nothing?” She throws a torn piece of material in my face and screams in frustration when I don’t make a move. “What the fuck is wrong with you?” She places her hands on my chest and shoves me. “Shouldn’t you try to calm me down?” “No,” I say. “No? You’ll just watch me fall apart?” she shoves at me again. Then one more time. “You’re not falling apart, Asya.” I reach out and trace the line of her chin with my thumb.
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