There is no other hand that I would rather hold.
There she is again in her room, curled up in her bed under those blankets, hoping that no one will notice that she is crying herself to sleep again. She’s just too tired of being surrounded by people who doesn’t even really care about her. She’s too tired that she even tried to end her suffering by ending her life.
The annoying thing about someone breaking your heart is the fact that you still love them.