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Ben smiled reassuringly. "I got it. You just take it easy, okay?" |
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"I just don't wanna appear weak..." |
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Ben wrapped his arms around her. "Admitting that you're weak is one of the strongest things to do." |
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"You already know though. That I'm weak. Fragile. A mess. A burden" she sighed |
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Ben looked at her, expression compassionate and serious. "Everyone is weak, fragile, and a mess in some way. And you'll never be a burden to me." He held her close, wondering what he could say to make her feel better. |
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"And yet you choose to tolerate me" |
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"You're not bad compared to some others I've seen," he said with a small chuckle. |
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She just nodded, tired and ashamed of herself |
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Ben sighed. Clearly he wasn't doing this right. "Listen, Emma, I don't know what else to say. I don't mind that you're weak; everyone is. Just... try to love yourself more. Give yourself grace, and know that I'm always here to help." |
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Steady Rain all Day
