Emile lays in bed at night with you by his side. He sleeps peacefully, almost innocently, though his face is red and still wet with tears from before. He came home tonight, sad and defeated. He was supposed to be on a date earlier, but the girl stood him up, and he came home, feeling horrible about himself, and ended up just going to bed. You feel terrible, staring at him sadly as he rests.
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