Distraction (A W2S Fanfic) (DISCONTINUED)

FIVE (ABIGAIL)

"Harry?" It was now 3 AM, and I'd rambled on for far too long. He was silent, so I softly spoke again. "Harry? You there?"

Nothing.

I giggled and hung up the phone, knowing he'd fallen asleep. The poor guy obviously went through something that day, and I was happy to have sent him to sleep with my boring story.

I saved his contact in my phone, in case he needed to talk again. It was cute how he felt the need to reintroduce himself every time he called. He acted as if every little thing he did would anger me in some way. Though he was still reluctant to trust me, and he kept his distance, I knew I was already making progress.

I stood up and turned on the lights, fully awake at that point. I tried sleeping, but I never did that night. I'd probably work on ways to get some patients to talk about things.

And by "some patients," I mean Harry.

*****

Someone calmly walked into my office and looked around, meeting my eyes and nodding at me. There was something familiar about the man, but I wasn't sure where I knew him from.

"I'll be right with you, sir," I said with a smile. I turned back to Linda, who had been drawing on a piece of paper. Her graying hair fell over her shoulders until she set down her pencil and leaned back.

"I should get going, dear," She stood, looking over at the man at the door. He wasn't wearing one of those fancy suits like those inspectors normally did when they came, and he instead was wearing a simple outfit. He had on black joggers and a t-shirt, as well as sunglasses.

"Okay Linda," I sighed. "Are you sure? We still have fifteen minutes."

"It's quite alright, Abigail," She assured me. "You wouldn't want to keep this handsome man waiting, would you?"

I giggled at her honesty, turning to look at the ginger man. He had a beard, trimmed neatly similar to Josh's the other day. "I suppose not."

She picked up her belongings and gave me a small smile. "I will see you next week."

With that, she turned and walked past the guy, right out the door.

I began cleaning up the drawing supplies that were scattered on the table, glancing at the clock. It was almost 5 PM.

Fridays were my busiest days, and I had an appointment in less than ten minutes.

"I'm sorry sir, but if you don't have an appointment I'm afraid I'll have to ask you to wait in the lobby."

He tilted his head at me, pulling off his sunglasses. "Abigail, it's me."

I narrowed my eyes. Why did I recognize that voice?

Then it hit me. "Ethan?"

I was really close with both him and his girlfriend a few years prior, during my first year as a therapist. Though he was a whole new person physically, I could never forget how cheery he was. I could never forget his voice.

Of course, there was a time when he needed just as much help as Emily. I got a frantic call from Emily one night, begging me to get in touch with Ethan when he'd taken his car out in a rage.

He'd planned on ending his life that day.

Though we lost contact, the bond still remained the same. Strong after that terrifying night.

He grinned and nodded, scratching his beard as he glanced around. "You haven't changed a bit."

"You have," I smiled. "Congrats on the glow up, Eth. What brings you here?"