Personal Narrative: Heartbreaking

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What is the hardest, most heartbreaking, out-of-your-control experience you have ever had? When I was asked this question, I originally drew a blank. Then a few select memories began flooding my thoughts, all with the theme of tears being shed. The handful of heartbreaking, not-in-my-control experiences involved someone I deeply cared about confiding in me and eventually crying about something they were going through. Until recently, it had been years since I had this type of experience (as in I was in middle school the last I experienced this).
But the last time I had this heartfelt experience was a couple weeks ago with this girl that I consider my little sister (I only have brothers, so this is a whole new territory for me). Prior to this
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She then looked up and whispered “You’re my best friend. I —” her voice cracked. I couldn’t help but feel powerless by her words, but I also felt this powerful urge to hug her — something I’d never done before. I moved closer and held her tightly, rubbing her back in what I hoped was soothing circles. Her arms wrapped around me, her head resting on my shoulder. I held her tighter but was careful not to hurt her, because, in that moment, she was as delicate as a butterfly, and one wrong move might scare her away. We embraced for a little while longer, and when we stopped, all I could do was smile at her reassuringly and tell her that everything was going to work out and that I’ll always be there for her. She rubbed her slightly puffy eyes and sniffed once more before laughing lightly. “I hate crying in front of people. I told myself I wouldn’t do that.” “Well,” I smiled at her, “I’m not people, Z. I’m just me. And you know you can trust me, right?” “Thank you, for everything.” “You’re welcome, but you don’t have to thank me for anything. Just remember that I’m always here if you wanna talk,

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