He was in front of her a moment later, pulling her hands from her face so she would look at him. Eyes red and wet, cheeks flushed from the rush of emotion. She felt horrible.

She continued to cry, trying to look at him and having to glance away, trying to hold back the sobs that wanted to break free, but it hurt either way.

"I just don't feel anything," she managed through gasping breaths, "I'm bitter and nothing else. There's no motivation, I don't want to do anything and I don't fit anywhere."