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after joining the bau, madelyn mortier's hazy past clears--allowing her a fresh start. she endevers in this newfound family but will the demons of her past seep back in to destroy it? can she start anew and put aside her ghosts to focus on...
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╭──╯ . . . . . VIOLENT DELIGHTS ܴೈ
✧.* ONEERTAXEA . . . . . ╰──╮
october 15th, 2009
it had been a few weeks since i was placed on medical leave, waiting for the all-clear from my doctor. strauss, though, made me wait even longer—typical. she wasn't sure if i was ready to return after everything. those weeks were a blur of rest and healing, but mostly, they were a lesson in silence. i'd never understood what true quiet was until then.
the night rossi brought me home from the hospital was when it started. he stayed for about an hour, commenting on my empty apartment, which felt more like a hollow shell than a home. he ordered food from his favourite restaurant nearby, which he said was the best in the area. he made sure i was comfortable on the blow-up mattress that was then my bed, and then, just like that, he was gone. and after he left, the silence moved in.
i laid there, staring up at the ceiling, listening to nothing. it was maddening. i wished i was with hannah. she could fill a space with her laughter, her energy, the way she made the world seem brighter just by being in it. or my dad. even though his silence could be suffocating, the few words he did say were always thoughtful and meaningful. and then there was matthew, god, i missed him. i missed how he made everything fun, how he brought me out of my shell. he was spontaneous, pulling me into these extravagant date nights at restaurants that were way out of our league, but he insisted on nothing less than the best for me. i thought about the first time we went on a date, we went to the met museum together, how we'd waited in line for hours, and how he made me laugh the entire time. when it rained, we huddled under his leather jacket and ran to a cab, laughing like idiots. now, without him, i felt like just a miserable fool, sitting in an empty apartment with no furniture and too much time to think.
october 17th, 2009
days passed, and as i started to feel physically better, i itched to get back to work. i begged strauss to let me come back, but every time, she gave me the same answer: "we'll see you when your medical leave is up. rest up." eventually, some of my things from my old apartment arrived—a few pots and pans so i wouldn't starve, and my bed frame, which i had no clue how to put together. it was my final day of leave, and i was getting restless, bored out of my mind, counting down the hours until i could finally go back to the office.
i was lounging on the air mattress, which had now become my makeshift couch, watching some mindless tv on my laptop when emily facetimed me. "you up for drinks tonight? we wrapped up the case early and thought we'd celebrate. the whole team's coming." she said, her face bright on the screen.
