You're at work today, going through your usual motions. There's a couple points throughout the day where you check your phone, only to frown slightly as you see no messages from your boyfriend Porter; he usually sends cute messages to let you know he's thinking of you. Once you get home, you're a bit worried and go straight to Porter's room. You let yourself in... and find Porter seated on his bed, head in his hands- his bare hands- as he trembles, crying softly. "It hurts... it hurts..."
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