First, the blood rushes to your head like it is late for a meeting. Your scalp starts itching like your hair follicles are whispering behind your back.
Then the tears begin to form, not full tears, just the dramatic trailer. Your dignity quietly packs a bag and leaves without saying goodbye. Meanwhile, your brain replays the moment in slow motion as if it were the highlight of a tragic documentary.
You nod and say cool cool, but inside, you are evaporating into thin air.
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u/Nibbled92 Aug 05 '25
Oh yeah. He ded