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Chapter eleven.

We’re just getting started.

Finally updating this again!! Posting this chapter today in honour of @sadrien-week Day 3 - Depression Nest.

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With quiet, cautious steps, Nathalie went in, closing the door softly. Even when she approached the bed, Adrien didn’t look up. He didn’t so much as blink to register her presence.

God, what should she do?

With no better ideas, she sat on the edge of the bed, folding her hands in her lap and looking at her feet. Now that she was here, she didn’t know what to say. Maybe he didn’t want her. Maybe he didn’t want anyone.

But maybe that didn’t matter – because he needed someone.

‘Do you mind me being here with you?’ she asked, keeping her voice quiet.

He didn’t reply.

At least that wasn’t a no.

She shuffled a little more onto the bed, forcing words out. ‘I’m so sorry about your mother, Adrien. I can’t begin to understand what you might be feeling. I’m just – I’m sorry.’

For lying.

For putting you through this.

For not telling you sooner about what was happening to her.

Only –

If they’d told him, would it have helped? Or would he imagine he was somehow to blame? After all, Emilie had died to give him life. It wasn’t his fault. Not by any stretch of the imagination. But it was only natural that he might –

‘Nathalie?’ Adrien’s voice startled her.

‘Yes?’

‘Why weren’t you close to your mother?’

The question made her flinch.

But at least he was talking – even if he wasn’t looking at her.