discord: andrea!#6011

     jessica can’t help the small laugh that leaves her lips at his words,  brows furrowed in confusion.  her arms cross over her chest,  merely watching him for a moment to see if he planned to elaborate.  when it was clear that her that he didn’t,  she tilts her head to the side.  ❝  yeah,  because that makes sense.  ❞

     of course she’s heard the story.  it’s the biggest story in new york right now.  NEW YORK WRITER GUINEVERE BECK   ;   MURDERED BY THERAPIST.   there was something off about the story,  something that karen just couldn’t figure out.  but,  the case was closed and karen didn’t want to draw anymore attention to her name right now.  that was before the sister of the deceased showed up at her job.  her words cause an ache in karen’s heart,  inhaling a shaky breath.  she knows the pain of losing a sibling,  it’s a pain that never really goes away.  especially when it’s a younger sibling.  hues flicker over the woman’s features,  nodding slowly.   ❝  anya,  right?  i want to help,  i really do.  but,  why do you think the therapist is innocent?  ❞

     a breath of relief leaves her lips,  exhaling through her nose.  she worries about frank,  more than she should.  she knows that but she can’t help it.  azure hues flicker over the other male,  a faint laugh leaving her lips at his words as fingertips run through messy blonde strands.   ❝  yeah,  that sounds like frank.  ❞

     she shouldn’t be surprised this is how her night is going.  her so called best friend ditched her for some guy at a bar that she dragged beck to.  typical peach.  beck doesn’t know why she agreed to come.  maybe because she always feels so guilty when she tries to say no to peach,  considering everything she’s done for beck.  now,  she’s tipsy at some bar on her own.  she never allows herself to drink too much,  not unless she’s with friends.  it reminds her too much of her father.  emerald hues landed on one cute guy a few stools down from her,  lingering a little longer than she should have.  when she’s confronted about it,  she can’t help the way her cheeks heat up.  a nervous laugh fall by glossy lips,  inhaling a sharp breath through her nose.   ❝  i’m sorry.  i didn’t mean to be, uh, weird or anything.  i just  —  well,  you’re cute.  ❞

     adrenaline high,  karen barely processes his words.  fingertips run through messy blonde hair,  finally turning her focus towards him.  azure hues dart over her own body,  gaze finally landing on where a piece of glass had impaled itself in her arm.  head shakes,  breathing quickening.   ❝  i’m fine,  frank.  we need to go.  ❞  ripping the sleeve from her shirt,  she pulled the glass out of her arm and quickly tied the ripped sleeve around the wound tight enough to stop the bleeding,  for the moment. 

     the feeling of his hands in her hair as she wakes is enough to make her want to pretend she’s still asleep.  anything to stay in this moment for a little longer.   anything to not have to talk about this.  a breath leaves her lips,  lashes fluttering before she shifts,  fingertips trailing up his bare arm and emerald hues finally meet his gaze.   ❝  you know,  we have to talk about this,  right?   ❞