I shut the door as gently as I could when my hands were shaking with the urge to slam it shut with a loud bang. I flicked the lock, and turned to lean against the wood, crossing my arms, my hands gripping onto my long sleeves.
They hadn't listened.
Not a word.
I'd thought they had. I'd thought that I....
I closed my eyes, attempting to barricade in the tears that threatened to fall.
Apparently I hadn't been as high of a priority as I'd believed.
How could they not have heard?
How could it have gone in one ear and out the other?
I didn't understand.
-Inspiration from a work experience
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