She presses her forehead to the door, steadying herself with a few deep breaths before she finally opens it and heads inside, shutting it carefully behind her before slowly crossing to the bathroom door instead.
Her throat is tight, but the frustration spilling out from behind the door, while it scares her, tugs at something different this time. Shit...
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Her throat is tight, but the frustration spilling out from behind the door, while it scares her, tugs at something different this time. Shit...
"... Zaveid? Let...Let me in."