Kay.
Dean sits with me on their couch and keeps whispering comforting words to me, but I know I won't be okay.
Either way, I calm myself down. I don't want his dad to find me crying with bloody hands.
"Can I use your bathroom?" My voice comes out groggy from excessive crying. From the look on his face, I'm sure I look pathetic. I know my eyes are puffy right now.
"Sure, sweetheart," Dean stands up with me and walks up the stairs. He opens the door to his room, and if I were in a good mood, I would have laughed at him.
Carl gave me a smile, and he took it with him, together with my heart.
I have never been to Dean's room before. It is so big and very messy. Carl was so clean, his room was so flawless that even mine.
Dean opens the door to his bathroom and puts me down on my feet.
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