Chapter 18
I stayed with Lydia and tried my best to make her feel better.
She spent quite some time crying until she finally stopped and started to talk about how everything made her feel. Her voice was quiet as she spoke; laced with this hint of hurt and at the same time, tranquility.
I listened to her carefully. I watched her talk about Carlton and their relationship like she was the only one that saw him that way. She had a lot to say and when she was done, I offered my advice.
I said kind things to her while trying to stay honest. I put my personal dislike for Carlton aside and tried so stay as neutral as I could. She seemed to have appreciated it because after some time, she appeared better.
I wasn't still sure if it was okay to leave her like that so I just microwaved what I could from her fridge and served it to her while we sat on her living room couch watching a dumb reality tv show.
I noticed that she had fallen asleep after some time so I decided to clear up. I stood up from the couch and adjusted her body on the couch in a way that seemed more comfortable. I also made sure she was tucked in before I gathered everything we had used to eat and headed for the kitchen.
After placing the plates in the sink, I took my phone out of my pocket to check the time and it read 9:45 PM. I let out a sigh and contemplated going back home or just sleeping over at Lydia's.
I actually had some work to do but seeing as my laptop was in my car, it wouldn't be hard to just go get it and finish up what I had to do here. I'd feel bad if I left her alone.
Immediately I was done washing the dishes, I heard my phone ring. I picked it up from the counter where I had placed it. It was a FaceTime audio call from Dean.
I accepted it, "Hey."
"Hey Grace." I heard his voice on the other end of the phone. "How are you?"
"Uh, I'm good." I wasn't even sure why I was whispering. There was just this quiet in the house that I didn't want to disturb. "How are you?"
"I'm great." Dean whispered as well. "Why are we whispering?"
I chuckled at how ridiculous he was being, "Well, it's kind of like 10 PM right now. You know? Night and stuff."
"Ohhh." He stretched on the word. "Crazy."
"I'm at Lydia's and I don't want to wake her cause she's sleeping." I told him.
"Who's Lydia?" He asked.
"My coworker that I told you about." I reminded him. "She was the one that walked in when we were FaceTiming last week or so."
"Ohhh." I heard the realisation in his voice.
"Yeah."
"Aww, look at you having a female friend." He cooed. "Were you guys having a girl's night or something?"
"Uh," I made a thinking sound, "not exactly."
"What does that mean?" He questioned. "'Not exactly' she's not your friend or 'not exactly' it's not a girl's night?"
I couldn't help the soft chuckle that escaped me again because I didn't expect him to think about it like that.
"'Not exactly' it's not a girl's night." I answered him. "She was very sad so I'm just staying to make sure she's okay."
"Aww, that's really sweet of you." He said. "Is she at least okay now?"
"Uh," I tried to peek into the living room, "I guess. She seemed better before she slept, at least she had stopped crying."
