For a year ,Jack Gladney woke up everyday to a empty bed. His Babette had a mid life crisis, taking off with another man, leaving her husband to tend to 4 children by himself. With the grief of a absent wife , he juggles being a professor and fat...
"Jasmine!! Come on! Please! Tell me what's wrong! You've been in there for an hour." Kate jiggled the knob around not expecting the bathroom to be locked.
Though it's the only door in their apartment with a lock, it's never actually been used before.
Kate and Jasmine always left the door half-cracked or completely open when they used it. They had a friendship where they could talk about their whole shitty ass day while taking a bath while one would sit on the toilet an listen.
Something was wrong.
She came home, eyes bloodshot, mascara running down her cheeks avoiding eye contact with Kate and whomever she interrupted on the couch in a hot and heavy section.
Jasmine lay in the shower, fetal position, crying silently.
Her chest hurt every time she replayed Jack, embracing his wife in her mind. The way he kissed her forehead and held her in such a comforting way broke her heart.
He didn't even look at me.
"JASMINE!!" Kate yells panicked NOT hearing her friend give a response. She quickly digs through her teased rat's nest of hair, fishing out a Bobby pin.
The pin played as her faux skeleton key, poking and probing at the key until the door latch unlocked.
She flung the door open, and running over to the shower, she stumbled over a pair of kitten heels with a necklace stuffed inside, she didn't see before she slid the red shower curtain open.
"Oh, my God. Jasmine!! What happened??" Kate shouts at the imagery of her naked friend laying on the shower floor, CRYING!
Her bloodshot eyes look up at Kate, it's entirely too difficult to tell how much she's been crying since the water is splashing her face.
"I just ...want to be alone..I'm so..so... " Jasmines whispered as her teeth chattered, turning her in body the opposite direction.
"..stupid."
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Kate leans in the shower to turn it of and grabbed a towel from the lining closet, wrapping it around Jasmine's body. The first thing she did was rub her body vigorously to create heat on her stone-cold skin.
Her body was shaking like a leaf.
"I'm not leaving your side. No way, Jasmine."
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Kate knocked on Jasmine's door before barging into her bathroom. She was in bed, only wearing a fluffy bathrobe. There was no motivation to even slip on a pair of underwear or wearing a bra. Her head was pounding from all the crying she had done earlier.
