[He can't even muster a response, moisture building in his eyes as he glances halfheartedly at the chair that's still upright.
What's the point? Why should he bother moving? It won't change anything, just like everything else he's tried. It won't stop anyone from getting hurt. It won't stop anyone from leaving him. And it certainly won't stop the tears, either.]
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What's the point? Why should he bother moving? It won't change anything, just like everything else he's tried. It won't stop anyone from getting hurt. It won't stop anyone from leaving him. And it certainly won't stop the tears, either.]