𝐓𝐇𝐑𝐈𝐋𝐋𝐄𝐃 𝐏𝐀𝐒𝐒𝐈𝐎𝐍

2

T.W. Blood, masturbating & alcohol intake.

"Dad, I'm okay. Yes, he's fine—it's just that I think I'm going to break up with him."

Azeira stared out through her window as she listen to her father speak and praise about her former boyfriend on the other line of the call.

Her father do found the boyfriend as his favorite and would always praise him each time they would have an small family dinner.

"He's a good man, Azeira. Give him a chance, he's the best at his job. A great husband someday and I hope he is good to my grandkids—"

Azeira pinched the bridge of her nose in frustration. She grew tired that every call she has with her father would always ended up with her father speaking about her boyfriend.

She couldn't remembered, when he called her and checked in on her without the idea of praising Zyel. Azeira wondered if he was a god for her father.

"Can we please stop talking about Zyel for one minute. You know that day is approaching and I've never heard you even acknowledge the pain I'm going through."

Azeira stopped herself short once she realized she was crying—the realization that her voice rose a notch that had her worried.

She quickly grab the medication bottle, shaking out two white pills in her palm and throwing them in her mouth as she drank the water desperately.

Azeira couldn't help but drop her strong facade in the confined of her home. Tears soaked her cheeks as she softly sank onto her couch that softly hug her.

"Dad, it hurts," She sobs in her hand and to her father that was quietly shedding tears of his own—the pain that his daughter was going through all on her own.

"I know, pumpkin, and I'm sorry that you went through all of that. She loves you forever, honey. Take it easy, pumpkin. Have you spoken with Angela?"

Azeira sighed heavily and shook her head. She plopped her phone that she has place on speaker onto the glass coffee table in front of her.

She clasp her hands together as she tilted her head to the ceiling, the tears streamed down her skin.

Her heart was hurting after all the crying she has done ever since she came home from her work.

The headache worsened as memories that she has trained herself to hide well—surfaced. They flash before her eyes, causing her heart to race rapidly.

Azeira weakly shook her head, croaking out, "No. I can't take the pressure from her, right now." She wipe her cheeks and wrapped her green soft robe more around her.

She heard her father sigh as he said something in the background. Azeira knew her father would have to resume his job, she missed his company.

"You have to go back to work, doesn't it?" She breathed out.

"I'm sorry, pumpkin…duty calls. But I hate to leave you in this state. Try to talk to Angela, you know she would gladly help. If not for me, do it for her."

Angela Levine has been Azeira's therapist, throughout the years and has been a major help through all her toughest times.

Yet the woman could be a lot more nosy and pushy. Azeira wanted to endure this depression on her own pace, her own kind of coping mechanism.

"I'll try, Dad. I guess we'll talk in the next probably two months or more?" She joked with her father, whom chuckled over the call.

"I wouldn't do my little pumpkin that way. I wish I was there to hug you, but hopefully you understand the gist."