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Post by Scott Ramirez on Oct 19, 2013 16:55:57 GMT -5
"M-My ex wife." I reply softly, looking over at her as she rested a hand on my shoulder. I raise my gaze up to Anna's face, my expression open. I didn't have any of my walls up, I wasn't hiding behind my desk or the fact that she didn't know anything of my past.
I sigh as she says that she's not going anywhere and I run a hand through my hair, looking down at my feet sheepishly. I hated being seen like this. It was fine when I was all alone at home and could curl into a ball and fall asleep, but in public? In front of someone? It was totally different. I take a shaky breath, trying to calm myself.
"You.. you don't have to.. I'll be fine." I protest weakly, though even to me my own voice sounded afraid. I hated being alone, but it was the only comfort I had..
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Post by Annabel DuPont on Oct 19, 2013 17:55:21 GMT -5
Anna felt as though an anvil had landed on her chest. "That's who the tattoo on your wrist was for?" What a bitch, she thought, leaning forward and pulling Mr. Ramirez into a hug before she realized what she was doing. She rubbed his back soothingly as she tightened her arms around him. "I'm so sorry," she said, "If it makes you feel better, I just gave her the shittiest drink I could think of, 'on the house,' of course."
"You know, you're doing better than my dad did after his divorce," she felt compelled to say, "You don't even like to drink, hahaha. My dad couldn't stop drinking for years after it happened to him." God, she was bad at this comforting thing. She didn't know how to handle this any better than she'd known how to handle her dad at first. She was hugging him, after all. That was against some sort of rule, right? Thou shalt not hug thy teachers, or something like that? Why wasn't she letting him go?
Oh, yeah. Because she was a freak of nature and felt as though she was fighting against a magnet every time she tried to let him go. She'd never noticed how muscular he was before...
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Post by Scott Ramirez on Oct 19, 2013 18:23:13 GMT -5
"Yeah." I reply, my tone a little defensive. I'd loved her.. maybe I still did, with how much I hurt right now. My eyes widen and I freeze for a moment as Anna wraps her arms around me before mine wrap around her waist to hold her to me. I found comfort in her embrace. "You shouldn't have.. karma's a bigger bitch than she is." I mumble.
"Don't be sorry, its not your fault she cheated on me.." I say, shaking my head a little as I felt more tears well up in my dark brown eyes. No. I wouldn't cry again, I wouldn't let anyone see me like this again.
I found some reassurance as Anna told me about her dad's drinking problem, though I felt guilty about it at the same time. "I-I'd drank at first, but I stopped because I was tired of going to school hungover, and I was a shit teacher then." I sigh, resting my chin on her shoulder. . she smelled good. I mentally raise my eyebrows at myself- where was this coming from? Given, I wasn't drooling over her or anything, but she was pretty..
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