β β β β But even with a bittered mask , he still cared , and that would never change .
So as they sobbed , they now did so in his arms , as they gently wrapped around them .
He hugged them in a deafening silence .
β β β β Watching the mouse break down once and for all .
. . . It almost brought tears out of himself . Yet , something wouldn't quite cave .
The anger . . .
It shaped a mask as if he was to πͺπ―π·π’π₯π¦ .
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< Their bloodied knuckles were used to wipe away the tears , leaving blood smeared across their face . They couldnβt stop crying . Couldnβt stop the pain . Lotion wouldnβt help anymore .
Nothing would . >
< their skin felt . . Rawer than normal .
Sure the eczema was bad most days , but this burned .
Burned like chemicals .
A wince as they slowly sat down on the stairs , now looking at their arms .
All red , all raw .
they kept itching. Anything to get rid of that feeling . >
β β β β As always , he was standing in the doorway of their sleep cell .
But this time . . . A bitter glare waned from his eyes , as he stood there .
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