Alone. Alone. Alone.
I watch as he strides away, aura powerful and cold, completely oblivious to the fact that I'm falling apart over here. Piece by piece.
Well, he knows. He just doesn't care.
I muffle the pathetic whimper for him to come back by pinning my hand over trembling lips, succesfully reducing the sound. I am okay on my own. I got this.
...no I don't.
My throat starts tightening again, lungs losing their ability to inhale air. Another panic attack.
I struggle to keep on my feet, coughing and gasping for air, clutching my chest in burning pain. He won't believe me. I mean nothing. I am alone.
Nothing.
Nothing.
Nothing.I am nothing.
Before I realize that I'm not alone on this hallway, two warm hands arealdy tuck me to someone's warm chest and I'm cradled into a soft hug. The person is not tall and not three sizes bigger than me, which is what I am craving for, but nonetheless I take all the comfort I can. I need it all.
Few more tears pour from my eyes as my body shakes and I snuggle my face in person's shoulder, soon realizing it's my girl Laura. "It's okay babe" she mumbles, running her palm up and down my back in soothing manner.
I nod in her shoulder, probably staining all over her work clothes with my tears. "Need help" I mutter, sniffling.
Despite all the wrongs, the fear, the abandonment and the awful realization of Vasily returning, my mind is currently caught up in his words 'be ready on time, or else'
I don't want to get hurt.
"I will help you, anything you need" she assures, hugging me tighter before I pull back and my eyes bear into her golden orbs.
"Can you help me get ready for event? I need to escort sir Nikolayev." I ask.
I'm losing the motivation to keep fighting the sorrow... my motivation to dress up and look pretty is practically non-existent at the moment."Duh!" She swings her hand, trying to lighten the mood. "I'm an expert, you'll look so fucking hot that he won't have a single clue what hit him" she assures proudly and grabs my wrist, yanking me to follow her to my room.
Okay, hopefully one problem solved.
As we reach my room she orders me to take a shower to wash all the negativity off me so we can get a clean start for tonight. As if that is possible.
But I don't argue, shower will feel nice. Like that I hop inside the shower cabin whilst Laura surveys through my make-up tools, deciding on the vibe for today. I told her nothing too heavy though and she agreed.
I take my time under the warm shower, scrubing my body with my favourite vanilla and lavender scented shower gel and try to calm down. Right now I have to focus on calming my nerves for tonight, I will worry about my problems later as right now I can't do anything about them.
Stepping out of the shower I wrap myself in fluffy white towel and sit down on the chair, leaving my hair up in messy bun and Laura soon starts happily humming whilst going through some more make-up.
Finally she decides what kind to use and starts preping my face with cream, her gentle eyes bearing into mine as her hands work. "What did he do, hm? To upset you like that." She asks softly.
My heart sinks again and I fight my best to push sorrow back. "He's just hard to handle sometimes" I mutter, forcing a weak smile.
She nods like she understands and moves to take low-coverable fundation, tapping some on my skin. "You want to talk about it?"

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