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"I'm sick of this," A spat, turning away from B and looking out the window.

Feeling sick to their stomach, B wraps their arms around themself. "Sick of what? Sick of arguing, or sick of me?"

A scoffs, "Sick of us."

B closes their eyes, pushing away their roiling emotions, "Fine, then leave already."

A turns back, hurt shining in their eyes. B doesn't look at them, but they see A stiffen in their peripheral vision. Without saying another word, they flee the room, the door slamming behind them.

The hot, salty tears threaten to overwhelm them. B tries not to cry, they hate crying.

"Please don't leave me."

Person A and Person B go to the park. A brings a hammock and sets it up between two trees. Near dusk, A and B climb into the hammock and snuggle. They watch the sunset then try to count the stars as they appear in the night sky.