Sebastian 'Bash' Walker is a partying Good-Time bloke who landed a full ride scholarship from out of The Bush of the outback in Australia to Magnolia Falls University. Magnolia Falls is located in Cajun Country, Louisiana USA where the food is hot...
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It's like the short time I'd spent with Bash earlier put me in a sort of high. I felt giggly and comfortable, and happy for once.
But now, at work, it's like the fairy dust has worn off. Now, as I'm here filling glasses with beer, I'm becoming sadder and sadder. The lightness I'd felt like a sort of relief was now becoming that heavy ball and chain again.
My thoughts keep revolving around Foxy and how her last moments on Earth must have been a nightmare. And she was forced to relive it over and over for who knows how long.
She would have known she was going to die.
She would have been forced to gaze into her killer's eyes.
"Hey." I say to Fran who is chatting up Doug who has returned for his nightly beers. "I'm going to use the restroom real quick."
"Sure, go right ahead." She nods. I toss the rag I've been using to wipe any spills throughout the night onto the workspace countertop and head to the hallway where the restrooms are as well as Caleb's office.
Today is less busy than yesterday, so the impending breakdown I know that's coming will be left uninterrupted in the bathroom.
Because I'm so close to the bathroom and a private stall, my chin, and lips begin to tremble before I reach the door and then my eyes overfill within a half-second.
As my arm stretches for the swinging door to the women's restroom, the door beside it opens and Chyette steps through, holding a small makeup bag in his hands.
"Shit, girl. You okay-"
His interruption is the tiny thing that tips me into the hysteria that I've been holding back and I begin to sob in this hallway.
He grabs me like he knows exactly what would fix me and pulls me close to his chest while his toned arms wrap around the back of me. He skirts us into the women's restroom and I cry into this stranger's chest.
"Awe, let it out, honey." He coaxes gently and rubs circles around my shoulder blades.
It feels both cathartic and painful to cry and at the moment, I can't help but cry into this man's chest. I know I'll be mortified once it's done, but right now, not being the one to hold it together for someone else, is everything I need.
"I'm sorry." I stammer between my cries.
"Nope, I am your human tissue. Use me. Abuse me."
His hand continues its comforting circles around my back and I don't let up. "I found out how she died today." I say.
"Oh, I'm sorry." He exhales and begins petting my head and neck.
"It was awful. And I c-can't talk about it. And nothing is g-going to plan. This place fucking sucks, no one is coming in here. My car is broken down. I've already started ditching class. I can't find an apartment without a car."
