”no—-IM FINE! I won’t lose my mind! They won’t get the satisfaction—I’m no failure no!”

Fuyumi almost screamed to herself, her hands gripping her head tightly. Her back faced towards the her bedroom door, her glasses falling crookedly off her face. If you could see her —-you’d immediately recognize the manic look in her blue irises, the look in her gaze clearly panicked and unsure.

She was trying to convince herself, no one else, that she was ”fine.” that she’ll survive another day in this household, in this hellish family..she’ll just host another dinner and everything will end happily. Yes..yes..that’s what’ll happen.

she might be a little exhausted.

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