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STELLA’s POV
“How about you? Are you feeling okay?” I heard Cheol ask Tyler and I went back to watching them. Tyler looked back down at the floor.
“I have to be fine.” He replied.
I knew he wanted to protect her but he couldn’t, and so instead he pretended like everything was fine, not for him but for her. To make her feel like everything was fine even though Jenny knew it wasn’t.
“You have to,” Cheol tapped his shoulder. “Your parents worried so much about Jenny and you have to be strong, Tyler.”
“I’m so tired, Cheol.” His voice broke. “I’m so angry and tired and all I want is for her to be okay but it’s not okay and it hurts. God, it fucking hurts.”
I watched as he broke down, his face buried in his hands crying. His shoulders were shaking as Cheol tapped his back. He cried. Small, muffled cries that only I and Cheol could hear.