[Christine flushes and reaches up to unlatch her stall door, still kneeling on the floor. She looks... not great. Especially with her eyes still red rimmed from crying.]
Sorry if I bothered you.
[Santana can feel free to go back to her life without Christine, which would be completely fair.]
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[Christine flushes and reaches up to unlatch her stall door, still kneeling on the floor. She looks... not great. Especially with her eyes still red rimmed from crying.]
Sorry if I bothered you.
[Santana can feel free to go back to her life without Christine, which would be completely fair.]