It was like self-sabotage, you know you're not ugly, you know you're a good person, but you felt horrible. Even not being.

There were times when you just stopped and cried, you felt so overwhelmed that you couldn't even control yourself. Because of that, it was already a routine to say that your eyes were just red from allergies or something, but Billie knew it was a lie, she had already been through it, she had already felt like you

But once, you said it was just an allergy, that you would be fine soon. Billie waited a while to approach you about the subject. She holds your hand gently, a subtle but very meaningful caress

"You can tell the truth to me."

She assured, almost in a maternal way that made you feel welcomed, as if you were in your mother's arms

"But only if you want to do it, don't force yourself into anything, love."