March 28, 2016

It was one A.M. and it looked as if it was going to be a repeat of the night before. A casual conversation that would probably turn into something way too deep again. In a way she wanted it to, yet in a way she didn't, either way she definitely needed the company tonight- if even just through text. The slight but nonetheless intense drama that happened with her and her husband still rang too sharp in her head regardless of the fact she was assured and reassured everything was okay and fine. Her body ached from lack of sleep due to her insomnia kicking into high gear the past few nights, her appetite had been nonexistent for two days and everything she tried to force herself to nibble of, disagreed violently. She hadn't cut in days to force herself to heal, but tonight was an exception as the panic attacks grew slowly, but surely, worse.

He was her best friend, regardless of the feelings that she felt growing that she couldn't seem to stop as her artwork slowly ended up incorporating him and giving herself away. She was embarrassed he noticed but didn't care in the long run. She had a hard time opening up so she had a habit of leaving crumbs everywhere- knowing he would eventually see them and realize things she either couldn't say or didn't have the guts to say. 

            Of course he noticed-

              And needless to say 

  He understood more than she was expecting