with a hint of scrutiny, she fixes her gaze upon them as brows furrowed in frustration. her arms cross defensively, as if shielding herself from the conversation unfolding. standing here, she finds herself in a position she resents, unwillingly subjected to the words escaping before her. listening to this is the last thing she desires. ❛don’t act like you know me, like you know what’s best for me. because you don't. ❜
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