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She felt more than saw him rise up behind her. Her back remained turned, not wanting him to see this final terrible weakness of hers. Knowing that her life was crumbling, that she'd have to work her way up again from the bottom. Amy had never been at the bottom of anything. She'd been born special, gifted, valued above others. Here though, none of that mattered. It was a painful lesson, one she had never expected to experience.
Amy didn't respond to his words, just working on keeping together. As soon as he was gone Amy broke down. Only the presence of another had allowed her to hold onto the rags of pride that she used to have. Without him there tears flowed almost without end. She had lost. She had been forced to submit, and been unable to fight back. Amy had even wished for death to relieve her from that situation. What good was she, breaking down so easily?
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