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She thought she had been ready for that moment, hence she’d texted her so they would finally speak after everything that had happened. Her hopes had been to clear the air, and finally close the door that had been haunting her. This was so because they had both done their fair share of dirt - and their relationship had reached a point of no return. Not that she wanted to repair it, or go back to the way things used to be.

When Nadia had plainly responded with a day, she’d done the same mentioning the place to meet. She’d chosen the central kid’s park which had a coffee and pastry shop close by - some place public just in case she wanted to try anything. She’d felt in control, until that morning hit and she woke up in a cold sweat, her heart racing.

She’d gone on the required run for work, and had kept to herself due to her emotions being unstable. She encountered an episode in the shower - her breath short, her hands shaking, her mind feeling like it was closing in, and tears spewing out her eyes. She found herself crying out to the Lord to help her, because this feeling had become foreign, and it coming back stronger than before - caught her completely off guard.

Obviously she wasn’t ready, but this conversation needed to happen. There was no way around it, yet she didn’t think she had the strength to carry it through.

Surely enough, the trembling stopped, and her breathing slowly came down to natural - allowing her to finish her shower and quickly get dressed. Though Hendrichs usually advised them not to use earphones whilst working during the day, hence they had music playing through the speakers, she chose to wear her AirPods.

Logan, probably having somehow picked up on the fact that she wasn’t in the best of moods, gave her the space she needed, allowing her to continue her work with her AirPods plugged in. She avoided all interactions with him, and she never took a lunch break - she just knew he’d want to talk, and ask her what the problem was. However, that was not who she wanted to talk to - so she kept on working on the car that she had been assigned to.

“So, you’re just not going to say anything to me, even after you answered this call?” Hendrichs’ voice broke through the silence that sat between them. He’d just called her now, hours after she’d called him, and after she’d sent the message.

She wasn’t sure what he expected from her, so she didn’t respond. However, her eyes moved to look at his face - which held no sign of remorse like she would have hoped to see.

“Shane.” He prompted her yet again, and this time her jaw tightened, and her nose flared.

“Were you not the one to say that if I needed anything, I should call - and you’d answer? As a way to stop dealing with problems negatively?” Her brown eyes were piercing through the screen.

“I was going to call back as soon as I had time to myself.” He softly responded, so as to lead her towards having a calm conversation, and not this turning into an unnecessary argument.

“I was doing fine on my own, and you said I could lean on you. And when I decide to do just that, you let me down? What kind of trust are you trying to build?” She went on, moving her eyes from him as she could feel the fire burning within her core, and she just wanted to unleash it. It was her natural instinct to unleash it onto someone who dared to poke at her.

“Like I said, I had company. I called back right now, because I just dropped my cousin off. You’re literally the first person I’m interacting with on the phone, all day. I haven’t even texted my mother back - just to let her know that I made it to Seattle safely.” He tried to explain, yet again calm but his heavy sigh was not missed.

"You were not there Hendrichs! You said you'd be there, and you weren't. I hate people who go back on their word." Her eyes filled up with moisture, her nose constantly flaring, before her sorrow rolled down her cheek.