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Every Ending is a Beginning

ChibiMonkey

Why stop dreaming when you wake up?
It had hardly been twenty four hours, and Adeline was devastated. She honestly didn't know what to do with herself. Surprisingly, Leon had been 'kind' enough to actually let Addy keep the apartment they had been living together in. It seemed Leon wanted nothing more than to get the hell out of that place, and away from her. Really, it was harsh. Leon had been so cruel about the whole break up, an honest jerk. He always had been a jerk really, but Adeline loved the man too much and all she saw when she looked at the blond was hearts. Nothing less than that. It really was bad how in love she had been with the man. He thought Leon was just the same. But as of the other day, in the morning, it seemed that wasn't the case.


Now, Adeline was walking through the pouring cold rain, just drowning herself in her misery. She wasn't so bad enough as to walk out in the rain - though, maybe she would. But as she had been walking, it had started pouring a night summer shower. It was simply that when it started pouring out of no where, she didn't care enough to take cover. Actually, walking in the pouring rain didn't help Addy at all. She thought it would clear her mind, walking. But now in the rain, it just made her think of Leon all the more. She recalled that she would often walk in rain for fun, enjoying it. She'd then come back, soaking wet, and Leon would scold her and get her towels, clean and warm her up, drying her and everything. The thoughts made her heart clench more in pain.


Adeline was so lost in thought, that at some point, she had ended up on a bridge over a running river in town. It was a fairly high bridge over the water, about averagely so. But now standing there on it, she sighed heavily to herself as she leaned against the railing, looking over it.


She hesitated a moment, considering all thoughts once over in her head once more before she carelessly climbed onto the other side of the railing, where maybe about half a foot or a foot of the bridge ground came out from on the other, open side of the railing. Adeline had to hold onto the railing behind her to keep from falling. She didn't come outside with intent of killing herself. But right now, soaked in her misery - quiet physically and mentally - it seemed like a good idea.
 
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Calyx drove as quickly as the speed limit allowed, trying to get away from the house as soon as possible. His brother had just finished moving in, and out of nowhere, he began acting up. Calyx had asked what was wrong, and out of nowhere his brother lost his temper and threw a beer bottle at his head. Now he was just desperately trying to book it out of there. He didn't have the time nor the energy for this.


The fastest way to get to his apartment was to cut through the woods and weave his way through the city, so he made the turns necessary to start on the path. It was beautiful driving, really. He couldn't fully enjoy it, as his mind was on other things, but something about the repetitive motions and textures made him somehow calmer.


He took a sharp turn left and began to drive across the bridge when he saw her silhouette in the moonlight. Carefully pulling to a stop, he called out while walking towards her, "Miss?" She didn't seem to hear, so few tried again, louder. "Miss, are you alright? Do you need help?" He took a better look at the woman's face. There was sadness deeply embedded into her skin, sorrow flowing from her eyes. He didn't know what was happening, and it confused him to no end, but still he stood there with a concerned expression on his face. "You don't look so great, madame. Do you want me to call you a cab? Or, if you don't have the money for fares, I can drive you home." He looked at her politely, and although he knew it was next to impossible that she would say yes to a question like that, it couldn't hurt to try.
 
Staring down at the rapid waters below her, the angry waves seemed to perfectly reflect her inner turmoil in that moment. She stared at the coursing river with silent awe, thinking of how beautiful it was at that time. She watched the waves splash over the banks in the rain, and continue on beneath the bridge, while she remained like that seemingly in a trance like state. She was lost in her thoughts that ran around in her head, hitting her brain in a mimic of the waves below her.


She wondered what it would be like if she just let go, and let herself fall into the river. How cold would it be? Would it hurt a lot? Surely it couldn't hurt as much as she was right now already. The silent tears poured down her face, mixing with there rain to a point one couldn't really distinguish the difference anymore between the rain soaking her face and the tears staining down her cheeks, only to be washed off by the rain. She shifted her hands a bit on the railing behind her, clenching and unclenching her fists as she contemplated letting go, running over all the questions of her current situation and what would happen if she let go, any and all of the consequences or results of her actions.


It was only when she heard a voice, and realized that voice was actually talking to her, that her head snapped up in surprise as she looked over at the redheaded male who had approached her. She didn't even notice him until now - when had he arrived? She figured the heavy rain had easily masked his footsteps, and that was why she was unaware of his presence until he had spoken . The permanent expressionless frown had remained on her face as she stared at the male who had concern wrinkled across his face. Was he worried for her? How could that be, when she didn't know him. Did she?


Staring at the man a moment longer to see if she did know him, she couldn't recall his face anywhere, and gave up. Turning back away from him, she looked at the water again "I don't need a ride" she murmured in the softest, most pained melodic sort of voice. "I don't want to go home."
 
Calyx watched the expression in the woman's eyes change from surprise to anger to sadness to emptiness. He glanced down at the waves below, watching their white caps angrily attacking one another. It upset him to realise that something he had always thought of as tranquil and calm was actually just waiting until the right moment to release its violence.


It wasn't until Calyx looked up again that he noticed the woman's unsure grip on the railing. He furrowed his brows. That wasn't normal. Had she been clutching it out of dizziness, her hold would be much stronger. Instead she just stared at the water longingly.


At that moment, Calyx realised what she wanted to do. Her voice was quiet, but determined. He froze for a second with anxiety, and then leaned against the railing. "Unfortunately, sweetheart, becoming a mermaid isn't an option." He smiled cautiously, then motioned to his car. "You've gotta go home. Get dried off, relax for a while, just forget things. Please," he added, hoping to stop her from furthering her plans.
 
Continueing to stare at the angry water below her, Adeline could hear the mans voice talking to her. But it sounded like it was on the other end of a phone, or a mile away. The voice echoed lightly into her head, as though he wasn't really right next to her talking to her. She heard what he was saying, but didn't want to listen to him. A few day's ago, she probably would have laughed at his comment of becoming a mermaid. But she didn't have an ounce of it in her to consider anything amusing in life right now, even a simplistic joke.


As he spoke more, repeating again about her going home and relaxing, forgetting things, her sadness swelled more inside her chest, causing the pain she felt in her heart to throb even stronger. "I'm not going home" she repeated, a bit stronger this time, though her expressionless face unchanging, her sad green eyes as vast as the water below her right now. "I can't 'just forget things'" she snapped a bit more painfully before looking away from him "You should leave..." she murmured quietly, her grip on the railing loosening.
 
"Alright, alright, easy there. I don't want to hurt you. I especially don't want you to end up doing something stupid and hurting yourself." Calyx reached forward and joined her on the other side of the railing. "It's a horrible choice, y'know. Believe me. It'll fuck up everyone in your life," he said matter-of-factly. "I guarantee that every single person who knows you will be devastated. And I'll probably walk out of this experience with nothing but a whole lot of self blame."


He listened to the waves crashing below them for a second, and knew that she was probably doing the same instead of hearing his words. He didn't know what to do, and he forced himself to look the woman in the face. The emotion inside of her eyes was contagious; he saw her and he wished desperately that he could help. He took a breath.


"Okay, so you have two options. Come with me, or wait with me until the cops get here." He pulled out his cell phone. "Emergency services will take you to an ER, and then you'll be placed in a crazy hospital. No matter which one you choose, I'm not letting you go down there." There was conviction in his voice. He couldn't watch another suicide, and stand helpless again. He wouldn't let this one go.
 
Adeline refused to make eye contact with the man any longer for the time being. Though she didn't completely tune him out and ignore him. Despite the distanced, far-away look in her eyes, she was very much there and listening to him. She didn't understand why this stranger was so persistent. Why did he care about her life? Why couldn't he have just stayed in his car and kept driving, not noticing her there on the side of the bridge?


She let out a heavy sigh, closing her eyes momentarily as he spoke about how it would mess everyone up in her life, and that he would have a lot of self blame. She frowned, new tears stinging her eyes - she was surprised she honestly had any more tears to shed as they spilled over the edged, running down her cheeks "No it won't" she muttered quietly, almost barely audible in the harsh rains pittering against the road along with the crashing over the angry tides below them. "It won't fuck everyone I know up...maybe a few people. But definitely not everyone..." she spoke, voice cracking slightly as the tears once again overflowed as she thought about Leon, and how he wouldn't give a single damn if she jumped off this bridge right now and never surfaced from the water.


When the male mentioned his own self guilt, she didn't feel too bad about it. "Thats why I told you to leave" she said "If you leave now...you'll never know what happens to me. You can just assume I was fine. Some crazy, stupid girl who had a breakdown and then was fine" she said, figuring that probably exactly what he was thinking of her right now, that she was crazy. It didn't seem like such a crazy idea though to herself.


When he suddenly gave her an ultimatum of two options - neither being to jump, her eyes widened, the most emotion she'd shown yet that night other than the relentless tears. Her gaze quickly snapped to the redhead, staring at him "You wouldn't..." she muttered, before seeing how very serious he was "Why...why would you do any of this....?" she asked with a frown. Her brows furrowed as she stared at him, then to the phone in his hand, on and ready at the dial. She could tell he was serious. Just as serious as she had been about wanting to jump.


"Okay..." she muttered softly in defeat, resigning to his ultimatum she motioned for him to climb across back to safety first. She definitely wouldn't be able to live with herself if he ended up accidentally falling and she was on the other side unable to catch him, and he died because of her careless own emotions.


She glanced at the waves once more, before turning on her heel to climb back over the railing and join the stranger. As she went to swing a foot over, her other foot on the ground slipped from the weight, slipping out from beneath her and she gasped out a bit in surprise and fear, instinctively clutching for the railing.
 
Calyx was surprised that he had actually been able to get through to the woman. He had never been much of a smooth talker. In fact, people tended to avoid his contact as best as they could, expecting him to try to pull something on them. He was a little bit offended at the notion that nobody trusted him, but the female seemed to have it in her heart to try to live with whatever had made her so desperate that she would rather die.


He held firmly onto the railing and swung over one leg, then the other. He landed softly on the other side and turned just in time to see a blinding flash of lightning. He didn't see her fall, but he saw her land, clinging with terror to the railing. Quickly, he reached over and grasped her hands, which were cold from the rain and the metal. He pulled softly, allowing her to catch her footing, before increasing his power and pulling her all the way to her feet. He didn't trust her to be able to climb over the railing alone after a scare like that, so he held her hands and waited for her to work her way around the bars.


He took a second to support her as he walked her back to the car, and as he opened the door, he let loose a small, gentle, sympathetic smile. "See, if you had really wanted to go down, you wouldn't have reached out to grab the rail." He walked back around to the driver's side of the car and settled in.


"But see, I'm really glad that you did. Any requests before we take off?" He turned his keys in the ignition, heart still thumping too fast. If only he had been able to have the same experience with his sister, he could have saved a whole lot of people a whole lot of heartbreak. "I'd rather know that you're going somewhere that you can be safe than leave you here and just have to assume the worst. Thank you for that," he said, remembering that gratitude could sometimes lift people's spirits.
 
Clutching to the railing, the fear of realization she possibly really had almost just died coursed through her in adrenaline. Why? She wondered why now the thought actually momentarily scared her. Perhaps before, when she had the power to choose her death, it didn't seem as real and scary, since she had the power to chose. But now, almost having falling and slipped to her death carelessly, a part of her realized, only for a split moment, that perhaps she didn't want to die.


Unable to comprehend the thoughts and adrenaline coursing through her, she ignored the thoughts before accepting the strangers help in climbing back over the railing. She held onto his hand as she managed to get herself back over on the other side, but once she was safe, she slipped her hands out of his, looking to the ground silently as she followed him back to his car like a lost mutt.


She frowned at his words stating what had previously been coursing through her mind, about how if she really did want to die she wouldn't have grabbed onto the railing like she had. She was silent momentarily, not having a comeback before retorting "It was only a human instinct" she muttered, though it really was a lame excuse of a comeback. She looked out the window before he asked if she had any requests, and she simply shook her head silently, staring out the window as he started driving.


Honestly she could have just gotten into the car of some cynical murderer who used kindness to lure her. Though, the kindness isn't exactly what made her listen to him. She'd just really rather not be taken to the emergency room and warded as insane or anything like that. But even if he was a murderer, why would he want to kill someone who already wanted to die? He wasn't a very smart one if he was. As these thoughts ran through her mind, it really didn't phase her at all that the man could be some killer or anything.
 
He watched her facial expressions carefully, trying to glean her reactions the best he could. It had obviously already been an incredibly emotional night for her so far, and he wanted to make it as comfortable as possible. Though, to be fair, he was a random stranger taking her off of a bridge at midnight while she was emotionally compromised and driving her back to his apartment. He would definitely understand any concerns that she had, considering how sketchy he must seem.


He let silence fill the vehicle for a while, then turned to the woman. "So, I'm Calyx Beaumont, I'm 23, and I work as a painter. What about you?" he asked. He hoped that she would understand that he wasn't trying to make it weird, but instead to make her feel safer. Then again, she wasn't safe by herself, so he let go any thoughts of mentioning it.


He turned on the heater, and they both started to slowly dry off. She was soaked down to the bone from standing in the rain for so long, and although he hadn't been there for probably half as long, he was pretty drenched, too. He noticed now that her hair was silvery in colour, and he felt inclined to just stare at it for hours. But that would be creepy as just about anything you can imagine, and he dropped the subject from his mind quickly.
 
Although the ride was silent until about halfway through, Adeline really didn't care. Though that wasn't saying all too much, considering she didn't care about much anything right now in her life, clearly not even her own life itself. She stared out the window in silence, hazel eyes void of any emotion to betray her inner thoughts, swirling to several things - mostly consisting of her ex, Leon. It saddened her to even consider him her ex. She knew it was probably sounded ridiculous. She was ill of a broken heart. A few weeks ago she'd probably think the same of someone if she met someone in her current situation and condition right now. She wouldn't think it possible to possibly be this upset over a relationship. But now she understood. Things like this did happen. But despite understanding that now, it didn't easer her pain in the least.


She was temporarily snapped out of her thoughts when she actually heard silence break through the car, aside from the soft radio playing. She glancing over to him momentarily when he spoke a little about himself, introducing his name and who he was really. She remained silent for a minute as she turned her attention back outside the window "Adeline Chesire" she spoke softly, giving her name "21....I work at a bakery...." she explained quietly.


She spoke mostly out of a feeling of obligation. He was being so kind to her - even if she didn't necessarily want his generosity and kindness. He'd saved her life - again, despite not asking him to. She felt he probably deserved to at least know who she was. She wasn't much in the talking mood though - she wasn't really in any mood, clearly, other than her self wallowing misery.
 
"Well, Miss Adeline, I'll get you set up with a guest bedroom. My sister usually used it, and I haven't touched it since..." He choked on the words that he was going to say. He still couldn't say it out loud, even though it had been 7 months now. To be exact, 7 months, 15 days, and 19 minutes. He quickly abandoned that train of thought and picked up his sentence again.


"Anyway, it's nice and comfortable in there, and there's a few changes of clothes if you want me to dry what you have on," he finished quickly, slightly turning up the radio. Some pop song about a crazy party was playing, and he allowed himself to get lost in the atmosphere of it.


He had finally taken the last turn to get into the city and navigated through, his destination the apartment complex a few blocks away. He pulled into his spot in the garage, then held the door for Adeline.
 
Adeline nodded her head softly as she glanced to the male when he explained he would give her a guest bedroom he had set up. She didn't miss the hesitation in his voice either when he mentioned his sister. She was vaguely curious, but only for a moment before he kept talking. A bedroom. Did that mean they were going to his place? Maybe he really was setting up to kill her. Not that she cared. For the fifth time she turned her attention back out the window as silence again ensued within the car.


It wasn't a much longer drive, before they were pulling up to an apartment complex. As they got in the driveway, Adeline got out of the car when he turned it off, shutting the door quietly behind her as she followed him, nodding a silent thanks as she stepped inside when he held the door for her. She paused after entering, letting him go first after he closed the door since she honestly didn't really know where she was going. "Is this where you live?" she finally actually spoke up, asking a question as they walked up the stairs.
 
Calyx saw her anxiety rise as they entered the building, probably concerned about whether or not he was going to murder her. He tried to make his attitude as calm and gentle as possible, hoping that it would ease her thoughts a little.


"Yep, this is my place," he said, reaching the top of the staircase. He fished around in his pocket for his keys. When he found them, he pulled them out and opened his door. He flickered on the lights and walked in, hoping she would follow.


"The layout is pretty simple. My room is at the end of the hallway - " he gestured to the right - "and your bedroom is the door directly to the left of it. Bathroom is right across from your room, and the laundry room is the first door in the hallway." He led the way, and hesitated as he opened the door to what would be Adeline's room for the night. He hadn't been in here for months. He had only cleared out the bottles and cleaned up a bit. Other than that, his sister's possessions lay completely untouched.


"Um. There's fresh clothes in the closet, so you can change out of those wet ones. If you give them to me then I can dry them for you."
 
Following the stranger up the stairs and into his apartment, she glanced around curiously, before looking back at him when he started to speak. She listed and followed his motions as he explained where everything was in the apartment. She tried to remember so she wouldn't later have to bother him about asking and everything. It was a pretty simple layout, and really wasn't all that confusing for an apartment, especially considering it was only one floor. She lightly nodded her head to show she was listening and understood what he was saying.


When he offered about the spare clothes and that he could dry her current ones, she nodded her head lightly "May I take a shower...?" she asked. If she was changing her clothes, she'd prefer to be able to clean herself up a bit, since she was soaked cold to the bone and probably smelled of stale rainwater or something of the sorts.


She walked into the bedroom he had shown her for her to use, looking around. It looked like no one had been in here a while. He mentioned it was his sisters old room "Does your sister visit often?" she asked curiously, not wanting to take up his sisters room if she needed it, or going through her belongings "Are you sure it's alright I borrow some clothes? I'm assuming these are heres..." she finally started to open up talking a bit more, but otherwise was still dead inside and emotionless.
 
Calyx nodded at her warmly. "Yeah, of course you can shower. There's fresh towels in the bathroom already. You just have to promise me that you're going to be safe." He knew that it sounded weird and overcautious, but he genuinely was concerned. She had clearly had a very emotional night, and he didn't want her to do something that would cause her to drown.


He froze when Adeline asked her about his sister. "Oh," he said quietly. "Uh, no, you won't have to worry about that. She, uh, she passed away a few months ago." Fearing that he had made the situation only worse, he added, "She was such a sweetheart, she would have given you her room and clothes anyway. You would have liked her." Everyone had liked her. It was devastating when she died, even for those who didn't know her well, and it absolutely destroyed Calyx. He was finally starting to put himself back together again.
 
Adeline looked to him when he mentioned she was of course more than welcome to take a shower, but had to promise she would be safe. She frowned, knowing exactly what he meant by that. And she had to wonder how he seemed to be able to read her so easily. She wouldn't admit it now but...she had been thinking about doing something of the sorts. She thought she'd be able to get away by locking herself in the bathroom so he couldn't stop her this time. But then again, thinking it over she wouldn't want to do that to him in his own home.


She sighed and nodded her head "Alright..." she muttered. Maybe she could just lie, and tell him she wanted to go back home and leave him. Then she could continue what she'd been trying to do earlier. Honestly though, right now she was too exhausted to really even care. Nodding her head again as if to assure herself, she just accepted defeat and he had her beat for now.


As she listened to him explain about his sister, she frowned a bit, some emotion coming into her eyes and genuinely feel sorry for the male, not only for bringing it up, but especially if it had only been a few months. Little did she know his sister had died very much a similar way as to how she was going to if it were not for him stopping her. "I'm sorry..." she spoke softly "She does sound very nice..." she said, unable but to help think his sister sounded a lot like herself before Leon had dumped her. Once again thinking about the past and the man she was still regretfully madly in love with, he mood lessened and she fell expressionless again. Now she didn't feel she even had the energy for a shower "Perhaps I'll just lay down for a bit..." she murmured, though would still change out of her wet clothes.
 
Calyx looked at her suspiciously when she said that she would be safe. It hadn't sounded like she was telling the truth, and he stared at her sternly. "You know, if you're lying, you don't get to take a shower. I'm not letting you kill yourself. I've gone through that shit too many times," he said, almost not even registering that he was forming words. He realised the sharpness in his tone the second after he had spoken, and he winced internally. Shit. He hadn't meant to sound aggressive.


"Look, I'm sorry. I'm just tired of seeing people do that to themselves. It really, really sucks. It hurts." He rubbed the back of his neck, fingers curling around red hair. "You can go lay down. There's nothing dangerous in that room." He knew because he had checked it himself.
 
Adeline was a bit taken by surprise when the male suddenly became very strict about her and being safe. She stared at him for a moment, rather surprised since he had been acting very careful and sweet since she met him, so she hadn't quite expected that out of him. It didn't take long for him to apologize though, and she just nodded her head in understanding. She thought she got it now. The way he talked about his sister, said how he's known too many people who committed suicide...and that he knew instantly here was nothing danger in the room. She concluded that his sister must have done something like this. She didn't bring it up though, able to tell it was a really sore subject.


However at him stating there was nothing dangerous, she felt compelled to rebuttal "Theres a window" She commented bluntly, since they were on the second floor. She realized that probably didn't help her case whatsoever, though. "I won't. I'll even leave the door open if it makes you more comfortable" she said before she went to the closet to look for some clothes to change into, finding a pair of cotton shorts and a t shirt she could sleep in.
 
"It doesn't open," Calyx immediately countered. "I bolted it down almost a year ago. There is nothing dangerous in that room," he repeated. His voice this time was quiet, measured.


He exhaled, bringing in a new energy with his next breath. "If you promise, then it's fine. You probably need some food, I'm guessing. It's been a pretty exhausting day. I'll whip something up real fast and you can eat after your shower," he said, the warmth returning to his voice.
 
As she had gone to look for cloths, he firm voice saying the window didn't open surprised her. "What?" she asked, turning to look at him wondering what he meant. Was it a fake window, she wondered? When he explained he had bolted it down, he confused her earlier deduction that his sister must have been suicidal. She watched him as he became calmer again, mentioned food and eating after her shower. She watched him leave to the kitchen, before she silently turned back to the clothes, grabbing them and bringing them into the bathroom with her. She closed the door - mostly, nice enough to leave it cracked so she wouldn't worry the male too much, and he could see just by passing that she hadn't locked the door shut or anything.


She then proceeded to peel her wet clothes off from her body, setting them to the side. She didn't bother folding them since they would be going in the drier. She grabbed a white towel she found in one of the bathroom cupboards, wrapping it around her now bare body. She picked up her wet clothes, leaving the bathroom momentarily so she could throw the clothes in the dryer since they would probably take a while with how wet they were.


Going back to the bathroom, she closed the door leaving the small crack in it before hanging the towel up and getting in the shower, turning the water on hot.
 
Calyx nodded at her contentedly, his confidence in her safety restored. He turned and left for the kitchen. Flicking the light switch, he began scavenging the cabinets for something quick, easy, and satisfying. Boxed mac and cheese fit two of these categories, but the third wasn't really a necessity as much as a preference.


He pulled out a saucepan and filled it with water, put it on the stove, and turned it up to the highest setting. After pouring in the noodles, he walked back to his room and changed into a plain t-shirt and sweats. It was extremely satisfying to finally be out of the wet clothes. He used the master bathroom to take out his contacts and put on his glasses.


The water was boiling when he returned to the kitchen. He stood and monitored the pasta, not having anything better to do.
 
Adeline didn't take a very long shower. Only about ten minutes before she had turned the water off and dried herself off with the towel she'd hung up beside the shower. She was able to dry off and slipped on the spare clothes she borrowed. She towel dried her hair as best she could before grabbing a hairtie from her wrist and twisting her pale green colored hair up into a loose, wet bun. She always had several ties on her wrist for her hair.


She left the bathroom, carrying the damp towel with her as she put it in the washroom with her wet clothes. She wondered if Calyx had changed his clothes and was ready to put his damp ones in the dryer. Leaving the room, she went back to the guest bedroom, looking around it curiously. Upon inspection, she saw the window was indeed bolted down. Staring in awe at it for a few moments, she turned to leave the room, walking back to the main room where she saw Calyx in the kitchen.
 
Calyx smiled at her as she appeared in the kitchen. "Is macaroni okay? I'm sort of low on grub right now," he explained, his tone playful. He tested a noodle and was pleased to find out that it was already cooked. He carefully poured the content of the pot into a colander settled in the sink and opened up the refrigerator. There wasn't much in it, just some milk, butter, cheese, and a little bit of yoghurt. He was almost embarrassed by his low stock of food. He wished he had something more to offer.


He pulled out the butter and milk, preparing the sauce as quickly as possible.
 
Hearing him inquire about the food she nodded her head "Thats fine, it's your place" She said as she moved to take a seat by the table "I just don't eat meat" she commented as she watched him prepare the food and set it up "...do you want help with anything?" she could tell he was nearly done already cooking since he finished most of it while she took her shower, but she figured she might as well still ask, since it was polite. She may be depressed, but she wasn't rude.


Watching him prepare the food, she couldn't help but be curious about this man. Why he helped her, a stranger, even if perhaps he had a history with situations like this. Why he was letting her stay here in his own home. When he had finished making the food and set it down, she was still watching him "I still don't understand why you would care to help me...." she brought up her thoughts as she took the fork and move the macaroni around in the bowl.
 

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