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A sob tore through Misa's soul, ugly crying despite being known as the most perfect model. In her mouth rested a silver spoon covered in neopolitan flavored ice cream. Misa usually worried about eating healthy. You could tell she was hurt.

"I.. I don't know.. He just randomly said that he couldn't see me anymo.."

She said, stopping herself and releasing another gut wrenching sob. Your stomach churned.

How did that girl still look perfect even while crying?

She finished her spoonful of ice cream and reached for a napkin, wiping her tears and the eyeliner now running down her cheeks.

"I just don't know what to do anymore.."

She said, plush lips forming a pout as she picked at her manicure.

She looked at you, waiting for any words of comfort. It was a strange role reverse. Usually, she was the one giving you advice.