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𝖢𝗂𝗍𝗒: ( 𝖸𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝖢𝗁𝗈𝗂𝖼𝖾 ) 𝖣𝖺𝗍𝖾: 12/2022
Cecilia banged loudly on L's door, "(your city police department) open up!" As much as she didn't want to-because it was obvious who said she was on-she wanted to be the mediator. Actually she was just nosy. Y/n told her what happened from her perspective and she believed it for the most part.
She didnt like how shady L was acting and even got on him about that. But at the same time, she doesn't believe he would intentionally hurt her best friend. So what other way to do it, then to get answers from him?
L avoided the scattered glasses as he dragged his bare foot on the floor to answer the door.
Since the last time they spoke he had many breakdowns. His motivation for the case plummeted, he called off work along and on his days off he drank himself away in hopes of restoring his broken heart. And he stopped going to therapy.
When he opened the door he greeted Cecilia so rudely. She let it slide. "Well damn, good to see you too", she pushed her way through the door. He didn't want to let her in but didn't have the strength to stop her from entering, "How did you find my- nvm she gave it to you."
She nodded.
"What do you want?"
"To tell you how much of an idiot you are-"
He interrupted, "You could've sent that in a text."
"Boy hush. As I was saying I wanted to tell you that you're a dummy but also, I wanna check up on you... clearly not doing good", she mumbled the last part to herself. He furrowed his brows, "Is that really why you came here? I remember the last time I upset your friend, you were rude to me."
"Let the past be in the past, and you're somewhat my friend too. But fine, I want to know your version of what happened because from what she told me something ain't adding up."
"Oh."
She looked around his apartment, trying to find a place to set her bag, "Damn, how long has it been since you cleaned?"
"I don't know, but be careful there's uh glass."
She grabbed the broom and dust pan, "Imma help you out and after that you're going to take that ass to the bathroom, m'kay?"
He looked down at the blood soaked bandage on his hand, then touched the one on his face...
He came out to the sound of his smoke detector going off and rushed over to swat away the smoke. Cecilia had tried to cook something for him, since he looked famished, but at last, she couldn't cook for her life.
After it was all settled down, they ordered some takeout and quietly ate, well she was fucking her plate up, while he just stared at the wall and adjusted the straps on his brace.
