Fears of leaving me with your parents

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It's already dawn and from the brightness I can deduce that it's five in the morning and... I haven't slept at all! I've just been admiring the woman next to me, yes, the one who's using my arm as her soft and comfortable pillow. She's a feisty one, but since she'll be leaving in a couple of hours, I have no choice but to endure the discomfort for a little while longer.

I spent two hours pleading with her to calm down, assuring her that she wasn't going to die just because she was traveling and that it would be better for us to set aside our sadness and enjoy the night. She wasn't very convinced, but eventually agreed because she says I'm the type of person who doesn't give up until I get what I want, and that's true because I want her to leave with the peace her heart needs.

It's clear to me that she has to give something to get what she wants. My temporary job is to encourage her, which I do gladly, although I wish she would stay, it's better that she goes.

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