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LONELY

“I have been lonely more times than I can count. I just...I run a lot when I’m lonely. Or read. I try not to think about anything. Maybe I get in my head and pretend I’m someone else.”

nettle: is there anything you do when you feel guilty?

Even though Lydia was slightly apprehensive about working on her plan with Xavier, she knew that it needed to get done eventually. The town was being put in more danger everyday and Lydia would do anything she could to stop this from continuing. She had to suck it up and put on a brave face which is what she did when she heard Xavier pull up outside her house. Lydia smiled as she entered the passenger seat of the car and took a deep breath. “Hey, thanks for doing this, Xavier. I know it’s asking for a lot.” Even though Xavier would probably say that she didn’t ask and he offered, Lydia still was appreciate regardless.

It was after his shift and they had some leftover pizzas at Caravaggio’s. Terrance figured the Sheriff’s Department wouldn’t mind some pizza considering how often they ordered it--especially if it was free. It was late, though, so when he got inside, all the protesters had left. It was so much quieter than it usually was, so he had to go a little further inside until he saw someone. His eyes brightened when he saw Xavier and he grinned, holding up the pizza box. “Hey!” he called out. “Workin’ late? I thought I’d come by with some pizza to cheer you guys up, but no one’s here.”

After Erica heard about Nate and everything he’d done for her before he died, she made it a point to seek out Xavier. She wanted to talk to someone else Nate brought back. Someone who knew him as he was when he was alive. She didn’t know Xavier well, but that was for the best. She knew she’d get a very different account from him and that’s what she wanted. She’d liked Nate, and she didn’t know if that had anything to do with the connection they had when he’d accidentally raised her or anything else. She didn’t know where Xavier lived, though, but Talia told her once he worked at the Sheriff’s station, so she waited for him there. After a day or so and she couldn’t seem to catch him, so she ended up leaving a note with the lady at the front desk for Xavier to meet her at the Coffee Haus at 5:00. She didn’t specify a day. Any day. That was where she sat every day at 5:00, wondering if he recognized the name enough to come and meet her. It wasn’t so bad. She could read while she waited.