You Deserve Better

⇒ CHAPTER FORTY SEVEN

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Jeremiah 33:3

Call to me and I will answer you, and will tell you great and hidden things that you have not known.

It's dim, the sky has been taken over by a gloomy mist and a grayish tone has polluted its colors.

"I really don't like being out." Eden utters pulling hard on the strings of her black hoodie as she walks with her arms crossed over her chest.

It pains me to see how much of a shell of her old self she has become. Eden is a ray of sunshine, she always has been but she's allowed to be a cloud of misery too.

I just want her to know I'm ready and able to take on every emotion she is feeling.

"I know I know but I think you will like this, honestly." I say swinging my arm around her slumped shoulder,

"Unless it's a portal back to bed, I highly doubt it." She mutters under her breath looking down to the floor that has become infested by the orange and brown tones leaves of autumn time.

"Where are we going anyways?" She lifts her head to ask me,

I only purse my lips and shrug my shoulders as if I don't know but as I look around the area and begin to see the houses that were once dramatic and large change to small humble abodes, the huge metal gates around them turn to wooden shifty gates with that dingy orange tone, and the area with high rise buildings in every corner you turned to change to a large homey space with nothing but tall trees, stripped from their leaves by the season and short dandelions dancing in the stubby ever green grass...

I know exactly where we are.

Eden looks around every once in a while, it was a long walk from the house but it was worth it to get out. Sometimes the best medicine you can have if fresh air and some healthy conversation.

We spent the better half of the walk talking about her baba's funeral arrangements. It's daunting how soon it all is. She let me know that she was hurt by the fact her mom hasn't contacted her.

She thinks she doesn't know yet, and she's scared to break the news to her. She told me she was confused. She didn't know how to feel anymore. She lost the ability to feel anything but misery.

I was as silent as a mute the entire time she spoke. Every word she said was a treasure to me, because she felt safe enough to treat me like a journal.

She drags her feet along the leaves on the concrete floor.

"I'm sorry..." is the first thing she says and it's the clearest her voice has been since we first left the house.

I felt the urge to stop in my tracks, I let my mind wonder all the things that she could possibly have to be sorry about, my mind can't find a single fault.

"You're sorry? For what?" I ask nudging her side as we continue our stroll along the leafy pathway.

"You know... the hospital." Suddenly it all comes flashing back to me, her words, her anger, her disgust.