Had to get the feelings out. It's okay for آپ guys too. Just do it gently

She wrapped the bandage several times before pulling a tight knot.
“Ow. Careful.”
She sighed, shaking her head. She removed the hair from her eyes.
“Wouldn't have to if آپ had just-”
“Put down the knife. I know Bec. But I couldn't.”
The other girl looked away, shamed and depressed. Becca sat back on her heels.
“Okay, what's wrong?”
She looked down, the ends of her hair brushing her hand. Becca played with a little strand of it.
“What's wrong? Talk to me.”
She sniffed a bit and Becca didn't press her.
“He's gone.”
“What?”
“He left.”
Tara slipped the sunglasses off, covering her eyes with her hands.
“Where did he go?”
“The 'real' world.”
“Do آپ know if he's coming back?”
Tara shook her head, standing up. She walked to the window and leaned against the glass.
“Why would he leave?”
“I-I don't...know. Wanted to...be real I guess.”
Becca sat on the edge of the couch, watching the girl who had moved in with her so suddenly.
“That explains the چھری situations.”
“I've t-tried my guns a couple times....”
“Tara!”
“Becca I love him! And he just...left!”
Tara broke down into heart-wrenching sobs. Becca pulled the girl into her arms, careful of the newest wounds on her.
“My poor lamb...”
Becca let her cry, knowing too well the pain of broken hearts. She کہا nothing, just held her and stroked her hair. Tara eventually pulled herself together, her warrior face coming back up to block out her emotions. The sunglasses went back on and she stood up. Becca looked her over, but remained silent.
“I...I need to nap.”
Becca nodded. Tara headed into the room and layed on the bed. She put her ear-buds in her ears and played the music. Becca looked out the window, hearing the lyrics to the song Tara was buried in. I find the gun on the ground, cock it. Put it to my brain, scream 'DIE SHADY' and pop it. Becca slammed her fist down on the window sill. I swear, Alek. If آپ don't come back and fix my lamb's heart, I will find آپ and break yours.