I had already admitted that I came close to leaving the unit the day before, feeling overwhelmed. Wanting more than anything to escape my emotions, not necessarily my surroundings. I never left my room, but cried and wrote angrily in my notebook, cussing away.
I nodded, and suggested he should take my car keys as a precaution.
He repeated himself.
I realized then that "stay" had multiple meanings. I nodded again, moved that anyone would care if I was suddenly absent from this world.
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