[Clarissa snivels uselessly into the sheets, still a mess of hiccups and sobs. She's lost any inhibitions about crying in Silver's presence, something he'll not be pleased about. The smothered wail of insecurities that follows is barely coherent—something most definitely snapped inside Clarissa today (most likely her tattered self respect).]
I always mess up! Even when I try my best nothing goes right! My plan...everything went wrong and we lost what we were there for and now everyone's mad at me and [/SNIIIIFF] It's not fair—!
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I always mess up! Even when I try my best nothing goes right! My plan...everything went wrong and we lost what we were there for and now everyone's mad at me and [/SNIIIIFF] It's not fair—!