Time continued on. It wasn't the end of the world. It was just the end of hers.
Yet, he barged in and forced her to fix it like it was his job to.
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Or, in which, Edward asks out a girl that he doesn't stalk.
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Abby hadn't felt more like herself in the past two and a half months until Leah had brought her in for a big hug the second Abby opened her front door. And Abby held onto her like she was a missing limb; it suddenly felt so much easier to breathe.
"You didn't have to apologize, you know?" Leah said into Abby's shoulder. The girl didn't loosen her hold on her best friend and Leah didn't expect her to. The Native born girl knew Abby like the back of her hand; she was never the type to fully feel or really even accept her emotions. Abby was a huge fan of pushing the problem away and forgetting about it till it eats at her to the point where she spontaneously combusts.
"What do you mean?" Abby whispered, struggling to let go of Leah. It was a mistake pushing her friends away, especially Leah. She knew that now. She couldn't get through any of this alone, if alone meant feeling like nothing would ever get better than it wasn't worth it.
Leah was the one to pull away and hold Abby by her upper shoulders, saying, "No one expects you to be fine, Abby. I'm not going anywhere; you had no reason to apologize."
She instantly noticed the unshed tears in her friends eyes and her quivering bottom lip. Abby turned her gaze to her mahogany stained wooden floors, subtly brushing away the loan tear that made it past her eyelashes. She felt Leah lead her to the gray sectional and they both awkwardly plopped down on the cushions.
"Do you want to talk about it?" Leah asked cautiously, throwing a piece of Abby's long hair past her shoulder.
"JD was in the hospital today after tripping on some stairs," Abby mumbled, curling up on herself. Her knees were pressed to her chest and her arms wrapped around her legs forming into a tight bubble. She rested her chin on her knees before continuing with her soft voice, "It brought me back to July."
Leah almost stopped breathing when Abby mentioned the beginning of summer. She never spoke about it - almost refused to acknowledge the accident. "It's barely been three months. You have to give yourself-"
"Time?" The girl cut off harshly, feeling the free flowing tears touch upon her cheeks. "Time for what? To get over them? To forgive the drunk man who lost his life as well? Or to forget about them? Time-," she let out a shaky breathe, "-time means absolutely nothing." She gulped down the sob building up in her throat, knowing she was unfolding one sentence at a time. "Time won't heal the gaping hole they left behind."
"Abby -"
"I-It's so h-hard to breathe without them, L-Leah." Abby cried out, covering her face with her hands. Leah looked on, holding in her own tears watching her best friend break down. "The way I-I f-feel-" she hiccuped into her hands, "I j-just, I-I wish I couldn't f-feel anything."
"It's going to be okay," Leah tried to pacify her, placing a comforting hand on her back and slightly rubbing the surface.
"H-how!?" Abby pulled her hands away from her face and Leah grimaced seeing her angry, hot tears streaming down her face. "E-Every inch of t-this house is f-filled with m-memories of t-them. I s-see them everywhere."
