*the glass is meant to be a metaphor for Eddie in this*

Clarissa: ow

Claire : hey, what's wrong?

Clarissa : my hand hurts

Claire : yeah, because you're holding a shard of glass

Clarissa : I know

Claire : so, why don't you let it go?

Clarissa : I don't know, I've had it for a long time

Claire : why do you even have a shard of glass?

Clarissa : it used to be something else before it broke but now I don't know what to do and I'm afraid of letting it go

Claire : the only way you'll feel better is if you let it go

Clarissa : I don't remember a time in my life where I didn't have it and the pain of having it might be better than the pain of losing it

Claire : if the shard of glass doesn't serve you and it only causes you pain, it's not worth holding onto and the only way you can heal is  if you let it go

Clarissa : okay *lets go*

Claire : how do you feel?

Clarissa: weird and bad and my hand is still bleeding

Claire : heeling takes time. one day, you won't even remember you had a cut on your hand

Clarissa : what should I do with the glass?

Claire : leave it, it's not your responsibility anymore

Claire : you're right, I'll put it in the trash

Clarissa : no, I got it *picks up glass*

and repeat