She stared at it so long, her vision started to get blurry. She wondered if she should take it or not. Was it needed, or not? Who would it go to? Would it even go anywhere? She chewed on her bottom lip, her anxiety pushing her to make a decision. She wanted to take it, and that was exactly the issue._ _No, she didn’t _need_ it. But she _wanted_ to need it. _It’s also okay to leave it_, she thought.