Jack
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I remained glued to the wall, listening to her sob that bled through the walls. I felt an ache in my chest.
For a moment, I froze. I didn’t know what I should do next. If I should meet her and comfort her. But when it came to comforting people, I never knew the right words to say.
With slow and short strides, I stepped away from the wall and headed to my bed. Lying on it, I pressed my head hard against the pillow and shut my eyes, hoping sleep would snatch before guilt does.
But it didn’t. Every muscle in my body twitched like it was being gnawed at. A thick heaviness coiled in my chest, as her sob kept bleeding into my ears.
Swinging my legs, I jolted off the bed and began to pace around my room like some i***t.
Like what did I know about comforting anyone? Tracy and I
