Hm… that is not true. You wouldn’t be here if they didn’t want you
I-I still f-feel h-horrible.
… *doesn’t know what to do, so he just leans down and wraps his arms around her, just a little. His eyes looking sad and tired* … I know. It’ll get better with time. I know…
P-People keep telling me I-I’m not m-me a-and other s-say I am it just m-makes my head hurt so b-bad!
*Clings to him crying*
*He sighs, not knowing what to do anymore. He sticks with just petting her head and letting her sob it out* They don’t know what they’re talking about. None of this is your fault, or anyone’s fault, really…