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september 19, 2023
it had been almost forty-eight hours since estelle had left los angeles, and subsequently it had also been that long since she last talked to the boy she travel there for — other than simple 'i'm home safe' texts on the monday morning.
it was getting to her she couldn't lie. her mind had been wandering, wondering if things would've been different and they'd still be talking if she didn't ask him to stop.
and as she laid in her bed on the tuesday evening, blankly staring at her laptop as she watched a movie off it, the thoughts still fulfilling her mind. she was soon distracted as there was a knock on her bedroom door.
"yes?" she softly called out, not having the energy to get up and answer it.
"hey ess," her mother sent her a gentle smile from across the room, slightly tilting her head as she looked over at her daughter. "how was LA? you haven't said much since getting home."
"it was good," she shrugged it off. "i've just been tired."
"did you get up to anything fun there?"
"we got the things florence needed to get done, done," she sent a small smile as she lied.
"okay, well dinners almost ready if you want to get up and grab something to eat."
"okay," estelle nodded, her eyes flicking down to her computer for a second then back to her mother as she sat up in bed. "can i ask a question?"
"of course"
"could you come in and shut the door please.."
simone nodded once again, shutting the bedroom door before walking over to the girl's bed, taking a seat on the edge of it. "what's going on?"
"um.. you know like.. with everything," she slightly waved her hand near her lower stomach, watching her nodded. "um.. d- actually never mind.. i can just look it up.."
"no, estelle, what's going on? is everything okay? has the pain been getting worse lately?" she questioned, receiving a head shake. "endometriosis sucks, hun. and if it's getting bad, say something, then we can get you the help you need.."
"no, it's been the same.. it's just.." she sighed before continuing; "i.. met- i tried to.. get with this guy.. and i.. it hurt.. like physically.."
"o-okay," simone nodded as she realised where the conversation was going. "sex can hurt with endometriosis. the extra tissue can get irritated with certain.. positions.. and the motion of the act.. you may just need some time to figure out what works for you, that's all."
"okay.."
"you know how young adult guys can be, so maybe try to find someone you're emotionally comfortable with before getting into too much.."
"mhm," she nodded.
"is this guy something serious?" her mother curiously raised a brow.
she shook her head, "we haven't spoken since.."
"i'm sorry about that.. you're twenty, you've got plenty of time to find your person."
"mh, i know," estelle nodded once again.
"okay, hun, well, come out for dinner when you're ready," her mother sent her a smile as she got up from the bed.
"i will in a second," she grabbed her water bottle, and took a sip as the elder had left her bedroom.
