01-12-2025, 08:23 PM
Elyse hadn’t started crying until Nox had sent her a message. It was then she realized she’d have to open up. And it was someone she didn’t know.
Hey. Got Adrian's email. Sending my friend Hayden to talk to you. He understands what we do, you did.
She responded. Okay. I’m sorry. And I’m scared.
She waited in her room, but in reality, she had rarely left. She only left when eating or working. There didn’t seem to be any reason to leave. So when Sky told her Hayden was waiting for her downstairs, she took a few moments to stand up, pocketing her wallet as she did.
She was dressed simply in a pair of jeans and a light blue t-shirt. She moved slowly, her steps small and light, and as she arrived closer to where Hayden would be, she became self conscious. She wrapped her arms around herself, trying to make herself as small and unobtrusive as possible, but she could smell food. Was he making breakfast? What kind of a therapist was this guy. Was he even a therapist?
And there he was. A man she had never seen before, digging through the fridge and preparing food. She blinked at that, but walked forward, still hugging herself with her eyes on the ground. She wasn’t crying, but her cheeks still bore the stains of tears. The guilt was there, as always, waiting to pounce on something.
She walked to the counter, but didn’t look up as she spoke. ”You’re Hayden?” was all she asked. She wasn’t sure this was going to work, but she was going to try.
Hey. Got Adrian's email. Sending my friend Hayden to talk to you. He understands what we do, you did.
She responded. Okay. I’m sorry. And I’m scared.
She waited in her room, but in reality, she had rarely left. She only left when eating or working. There didn’t seem to be any reason to leave. So when Sky told her Hayden was waiting for her downstairs, she took a few moments to stand up, pocketing her wallet as she did.
She was dressed simply in a pair of jeans and a light blue t-shirt. She moved slowly, her steps small and light, and as she arrived closer to where Hayden would be, she became self conscious. She wrapped her arms around herself, trying to make herself as small and unobtrusive as possible, but she could smell food. Was he making breakfast? What kind of a therapist was this guy. Was he even a therapist?
And there he was. A man she had never seen before, digging through the fridge and preparing food. She blinked at that, but walked forward, still hugging herself with her eyes on the ground. She wasn’t crying, but her cheeks still bore the stains of tears. The guilt was there, as always, waiting to pounce on something.
She walked to the counter, but didn’t look up as she spoke. ”You’re Hayden?” was all she asked. She wasn’t sure this was going to work, but she was going to try.