A Selfish Love

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She sits in the middle of the bed, knees hugged to her chest, surrounded by damp tissues. An aura of misery hangs over her.

He pushes the door open, rushes over, and gathers her in his arms.

“Don’t cry,” he coos in her ear. “I hate it when you’re sad.”

She sniffles, frowning. “Why?”