Five

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Everyday.

Everyday for almost five months.

I asked if she was OK.

She always replied with I'm Fine.

I always asked if she was sure.

And she never replied.

But today.

I asked if she was OK.

She said no.

A tear rolled down her cheek.

I gave her a hug.

I asked what was wrong.

She said nothing.

I asked if she was sure.

She didn't reply.

She wiped her eyes.

And dissapeared out of the room.

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