"What do you say, bellissima?"
"Stop calling me that, Arius."
"Over my dead body, wife."
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Lucian West was in desperate need of a job to pay for her mother's loan. When she finally gets the job, her boss offers h...
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Lucian
"Whats wrong, Lucy?" my best friend Char asks, her voice cutting through the fog of my thoughts. The concern etched on her face immediately shifts my focus. I don't respond right away.
Instead, I shake my head, willing myself to hold it together for just a little longer. But I can't. I just can't.
Char doesn't say anything more. She simply sits beside me on the couch and wraps her arm around my shoulder, pulling me into her, offering Warmth and safety in a world that feels so damn cold right now.
It's the kind of gesture that makes me feel like maybe, just maybe, I can breathe again.
"What's wrong?" she asks again, her voice softer this time, coaxing me to open up. She knows me well. She knows when to give me space and when to press
I let out a shaky breath. "I'm so fucked, Char,"'I say, my voice breaking. lt's not like I intended to have a full-blown breakdown. But here I am, sitting on her couch, crying over everything that's gone wrong in my life.
She holds me tighter, as if anchoring me to something solid. "You can tell me everything,. Lucy. l'm here for you," she says, her voice firm yet gentle. There's no judgment in her words, no impatience--just pure, unfiltered support.
I swallow hard, gathering my thoughts. "I don't even know where to begin," I whisper. But somehow, the words come anyway. "It's just--everything's falling apart, you know? I almost died today in the elevator... I thought I was going to be trapped, suffocate. My heart was racing. I couldn't breathe." My voice cracks again, and the tears come faster now. "And then there's the debt, Char. The debt my mom left behind. I didn't even know about it until now. They want one million dollars."
Char listens quietly, her arms stillwrapped around me, her fingers gently rubbing circles on my back. can feel her heart beat against my chest, and for a moment, it steadies mine.
"One million dollars?" she repeats softly, incredulity in her voice. "That's insane.
I nod, my face buried in her shoulder, letting the sobs wrack my body. "And that's not even the worst of it. I've been working overtime, but it's never enough. l'm drowning in everything--work,life, the pressure I just can't handle it anymore. It's too much."
Char doesn't speak for a long time, and I'm grateful for it. She doesn't need to say anything. She's just here, holding me, and thats all I need right now
Finally, after what feels like hours, she pulls back slightly and looks me in the eyes. Her expression is soft but resolute. "Lucy, you're not alone in this. You've got me. And you've got to start believing that things will get better."
She reaches for my hand and holds it frmly. "You don't have to carry this burden by yourself.
I nod, her words sinking in, but part of me still feels the weight of everything crushing me. I'm not sure how to move forward.
