the recovery project [2]

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fiona

she runs her routine faster than normal, stopping at the front of the apartment out of breath. pressing pause on lsd and taking out her earbuds, she wipes the sweat off of her forehead and unlocks the door.

"hey," everett smiles, fingers moving to make two peanut butter and jelly sandwiches.

"hi," she responds, heart seizing. she did care for him, believe it or not. it sucks that he doesn't care much about her anymore.

"i talked to aidan today."

aidan aidan aidan aidan. why does it always have to be about aidan? is all that matters anymore? "that's cool. tell me about it later, i have to go get a shower."

before he can say another word, she jogs to the bathroom and closes the door, a sob threatening to rise out of her throat.